Invitations
in the quiet preceding the sunrise it occured to me
that my breath is the tide and my soul the moon
constantly pushing and pulling the earth
slowly inviting its particles back to the ocean
returning to the primordial union
in the quiet preceding the sunrise it occured to me
that my breath is the tide and my soul the moon
constantly pushing and pulling the earth
slowly inviting its particles back to the ocean
returning to the primordial union