More whole
You are making me more whole, ever more whole, and this will continue past my death.
:- Doug.
Archive for November 1st, 2012
You are the breath
You are the breath catching the leaf, gently bringing it to ground.
You are the breath shimmering the red and green leaves out my window.
You are the water in the pond for the fish, the ground beneath my feet, the welling up of something more from all about me.
:- Doug.
