What is permanent when fading through a lucid sky supported by currency on your 38th birthday?
Still, I have to ask....am I in too deep?
Too deep for what -- falling into an opening, cascading like water from the Cosmos, only to return home holding the strength of this infinite hand?
The moment is a carving inside of you, waiting to be wielded.
Within love is the rising of People's power to outshine deceitfulness.
-j.a.knolls
Talking Stick, carved by Dana Rachshtul
