the tree is more than first a seed,
then a stem, then a living trunk,
and then dead timber.
the tree is a slow,
enduring force
straining
to win the sky...
4.03.2008
to be straddling the pain of loss and joyous laughter. it doesn't make sense. in fact, it exhausts me. when will the pulling stop, and i can once again FEEL?
i love reading and talking and listening and growing and writing and changing and painting and rocking and dancing and singing and shouting and crying and sharing and eating and laughing. the world is a small and very sad place without the Love of PEOPLE. what a sweet ride it is...
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