Many white horses in ignorance very tamed ones while horizon went blur And I forgot my names When I go knocking on heaven’s door I don’t want my white and black pebbles to be counted I want to tell about all the times I was in dung and felt a hand lift me up IContinue reading “when I go”
“Chéris, pour des prunes.” rains today.
Big busy business,
where is the heart?
“No hay camino, se hace camino al andar.”
– Antonio Machado
Ashes fall like yellow tears.
habits and limits
Addressing the undressing of dressed-up hearts
in old house
old home cold
home warming up