Tag becoming

raw- and who am I?

how we listen without regret

hold the shell & listen

this space of time

under dreams

in between art & making art

what old means now

right here, in this truth

the shadows lurking

run hard, but run light

within your time

the vulnerability of kindness

to be touched by the whirl of our knowing

crisp & daunting rhythms

under the small & humble nuance