My only wish was to be an ecstatic wanderer. Rather than chairs and tables, I preferred the ground, trees, and caves, for in those places I felt I could lean against the cheek of God - Clarissa Pinkola Estés (Women who run with the wolves)

vrijdag 5 oktober 2012

so, blessed face of the meadow
glean into this cave where i sit 
waiting for the waves to hit
the shore on which my ego stands
to wash away those grabbing hands
only the dance of divine origin will remain
and there's no more in or outside of the rain
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