There is a source for everything.How can anything ever be detached ,i wonder!smoke,mist or fog..vagabonds they may be ,all arise out of a source.Light a candle,blow it off..watch the smoke swirling up..it will be attached to the wick,long after it is invisible to the human eye.I guess some relationships are like the smoke..apparently detached,yet attached to an invisible wick...
This blog is an interstice for me.A space. A niche sacred to me.It's a place I get back to whenever I feel the need to connect with the self.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
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