Sticky post
When you’re out walking you can allow yourself to be moved by the smell of roses, or to feel a twinge of pain at the sight of a lamp by a familiar-looking couch, or to feel as if you’ve entered … Continue reading Poem: Evening in a New Town
Sticky post
Sticky post
How joyfully Being sees through my eyes, hears through my ears, tastes through my mouth, feels through my heart, greets and embraces other Beings through me, revels in its own sweet manifestation in my form! Continue reading Journaling: How Joyfully Being
Sticky post
Wanda Waterman While I was searching plants out in the forest The foemen of my people took me captive. They burned my fingers pointed in the fire. I didn’t cry, and the women called me brave. Soon I bore a … Continue reading Poem: Flint Fingers
Sticky post
