Love as a tag alder
spreads free.
God’s fingers
stretching for
the heat of sun
or flesh.
The pulse of all existence
and
the hidden wilderness in all.
"My barn having burnt down, I could now see the moon"
Love as a tag alder
spreads free.
God’s fingers
stretching for
the heat of sun
or flesh.
The pulse of all existence
and
the hidden wilderness in all.