There's a way of walking
In silence
Listening through your skin
Breathing through the crown of your head
And the bottom of your heart
Seeing the world through the soles of your feet
Through the steel blue eyes of a storm
Embracing the chaos in the chrysalis
The quiet riot of watercolor
Rice paper
Painted
Open to the wind
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thoughts, second thoughts and "what were you thinking?!" Scattered words which on occaision may have purpose, but most often are rambling, but free... simple expression... and training for the mountain I will soon climb.
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