Love and self-awareness

Which is the greater mystery? Love or self-awareness? Both are formless, Yet take on many forms. Both intangible, One cannot grasp them. Try to catch a wave in the ocean, Or hold a candle’s flame. Gaze in the mirror long enough, And whom do you see? Love and self can both be prisons, Or setContinue reading “Love and self-awareness”

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It’s All Unexpected

Thoughts about authors are running in a loop through my brain.  All the bright minds, the billions of words placed with nimble grace on blank paper (or blank screens), rivers of ink, mountains of pencil shavings, and hours of pacing, hair pulling, nail-biting, cuticle chewing, and neurons firing like comets streaking across the night sky.Continue reading “It’s All Unexpected”

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