Helping hands πŸ™Œ

The earth has music for those who listen William Shakespeare Under the moonlight in nightTwo hands escaped me from deep heightIn the middle of the bush whereNo one was seenThey helped me from that wellSaved me from dead being Under the sky in noonTwo hands helped me visit my loonIn the middle of the marketContinue reading “Helping hands πŸ™Œ”

S P A R E W A Y

S P A R E M Y W A Y , G O S P A R E W A Y β€œAnd now I understand something so frightening &wonderful- how the mind clings to the road it knows, rushing through crossroads, sticking like lint to the familiar .” Mary Oliver, Blue Pastures Addled me, went onContinue reading “S P A R E W A Y”

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