… This mud-body
is clear epiphany.
Angels wish they
could move as I move.
Purity? Cherubim babies
long for my innocence.
Courage? Armies of demons
flee my uplifted hand … – Rumi –
… Too Much …
There is a sky inside you
and it is made of flames
and it is made of rain… – Nikita –
PiYo Monday 8:00 am
Do Take Care,
William
