I stare at the stars and they gaze back at me, prescribing a valency, a mutual nature, inspired and growing, forging new ways of being, relentlessly I pursue, treading ever so softly as a feather.
a few years back, i met a wandering poet in new orleans. after talking for a bit, he wrote this for me. to this day, it is still one of my most treasured possessions. itβs strange how connected we all are. the human experience is not so singular or unique. and that is kind of comforting.
