Residing in what is, what was, what will be -- the past, the here, the now. Crumbs left and gathered, mirrors shattered -- silhouette’s reminder -- it lives and leaves with brightness. Residing in pinholes poked in ether -- glimmers of hope twinkle, shimmer. The moon revolves, akin. Residing in the space between the stars. everything, nothing -- together a reminder that it resides in we, in me beneath the maple tree.
I love this one. I know this experience of 'everything, nothing' so well, and I always struggle to express it. Perhaps we all do, but I love your expression here.
May I share some of your work on a future post of Three Things Weekly?
I love this one. I know this experience of 'everything, nothing' so well, and I always struggle to express it. Perhaps we all do, but I love your expression here.
May I share some of your work on a future post of Three Things Weekly?
Thank you! Absolutely. Thanks for asking.