In its
Sweep –
The wind strips everything to the
Bareness of the soul.
Give yourself to every
Breeze.
~
Sweep –
The wind strips everything to the
Bareness of the soul.
Give yourself to every
Breeze.
~
Run like this - as if given pure to earth and stride and nothing left but the joy of motion. We lose ourselves in what we truly love. And in our loss we find the world unfolds within.
Peace,
Eric
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