Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because of this half and that half go wandering and changing ceaselessly like rain in its cycle, must I sleep among rocks, and grow rugged like the trunks of olive trees,…
4 tygodnie temu
I’m standing in a place where I once loved. The rain is falling. The rain is my home. I think words of longing: a landscape out to the very edge of what’s possible. I remember you waving your hand as if wiping mist from the windowpane,…
4 tygodnie temu
Near the wall of a house painted to look like stone, I saw visions of God. A sleepless night that gives others a headache gave me flowers opening beautifully inside my brain. And he who was lost like a dog will be found like a human being and brought back home again.…
4 tygodnie temu