It has rained here now so hard and for so long that the trees swoop down to frolick all along. The gardens are swollen. My heart's an avocado.
Currently reading:
Birth: The Surprising History of How We Are Born
By Tina Cassidy
uptight prose
It has rained here now so hard and for so long that the trees swoop down to frolick all along. The gardens are swollen. My heart's an avocado.
Currently reading:
Birth: The Surprising History of How We Are Born
By Tina Cassidy
then it was as if i suddenly saw the secret beauty of their hearts, the depths of their hearts where neither sin nor desire nor self-knowledge can reach, the core of their reality, the person that each one is in the eyes of the divine. if only they could all see themselves as they really are. if only we could see each other that way all the time. there would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed...i suppose the big problem would be that we would fall down and worship each other. (thomas merton)
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