Glacier of kairos

I let all things pass over. I let all things wash over. I let all meet all. All is one, and one is God, so why not.




Why not dance. Shall we.

How women work

Outsaying each other when it comes to, all things darnedest 

Census (I think)

The divine name on my lips from which I drink each day

En faff

Gabardine of good conversation supercharging the sensate to be in the sensate is, likewise, silence 

Leibniz

The rainbow back a wards. meditating into day. Into the light of day, the wonder of day.

in my father's house

the many mansions return, foreboding. has there been a storm? I look back upon these writings—how much has transpired without being spoken of. and what else is required to further.

Every bush

Walking wide eyed into the waking into Sun, towards the Father and the feet, touched down (thank you thank you Este)