it was my plan all along to lie down there among the twigs and fallen leaves, let the forest have me because there is something in my bones that does not know these days can’t taste the sunlight or feel vast oceans pulse in the night. three days now the snail has been sleeping on…
too muddy now to see the clear i had before you left. i had wanted to speak then i wanted to tell you something about loving openhearted about being here in this world in this body completely. (and so be it the morning you wake to a cold wind blowing through you because living beauty…