Thoughts move more swiftly lately
The view I have come to love more from my glass foyer ice cubed shaped ad hoc studio.
I suppose it is the permanence that, in its quiet way, works like a gentle fingered massage to my skull —Jörn never has to say a single word —I feel all his acutely and ….he does this consciously without intrusion
And I appreciate this space —it isn’t that he allows it, it is that he understands it
something I have still as yet to; but that is for another moment
no instead, I think about those minute and rather forgettable things I think of —the space of time in between events and there is my peace because it is in these such moments I think of in past when I recall being open ….to letting him in
one has to be able to,
the shields willingly laid down
and when the inner Celf knows —this one’s ok, just feel the energy
How long has he searched for me? How many lifetimes with his one life time has he ….longed? ….but it is without sense to myself, it is only with the desire to fully understand him ….and once I remove myself from this equation I understand a little better ….and in time….i shall ask about the weight he has carried through the ….wait
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