Falling into a blood red sky breaks open a mode of being. Touching – touched, fearing – feared, breathing – breathed. Alive. The jagged flow of wispy clouds dancing across a glow of fractured light stuns the senses out of dreams and sleep, producing a clawing at and groping towards one world, while dazedly departing from another. Fragile and fleeting, is so the dawn, always and only a beginning for today’s challenging encounters of trust and suspicion, which await a cautious engagement, before a mystifying dusk settles on heart and soul.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
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