All that is gold does not glitter,
not all those who wander are lost;
the old that is strong does not wither,
deep roots are not reached by the frost.
when separateness steals the heart…
inquiry for today~ how do you kiss and make up with your soul?
I was no longer needing to be special,
because I was no longer so caught in my separateness that had to keep proving I was something.
I was part of the universe, like a tree is, or like grass is, or like water is. Like storms, like roses.
I was just part of it all.