Life wiggles
I cannot pin down all in one poem or paragraph, for life wiggles and will not.
:- Doug.
Archive for October 20th, 2022
Upon my cheek this holy breath
Where hearing passes into being
when I perceive what is to be perceived
My very life is asked and I must answer
here—here—a chance and only a chance
upon my cheek to feel this holy breath
:- Doug.
Essential questions
Essential questions as life streams past: What am I catching? What am I missing?
:- Doug.
