What You Call “love”

To me what you call “love” is being yourself…it cannot be defined as we are all so unique…It is everyone, and everything, all of life, it exists, in everyone…everyone holds [ . . . ]

The Human Spirit

Distant memories slip in, Somehow making their way through the crack, However, now they are welcome… Although bitter and painful, Now the tears feel rejuvenating, There is a certain openness, [ . . . ]