I wish for my body to enter that state of flow just as the waves come and go, come and go my blood rises and falls in sequential rhythm like the sea all over me I have been stuck for too long in an unmoving cycle the crevices in my skin becoming stale stuck inContinue reading “Flow”
"May my body be for what it was intended: an expression of Your grace. And what small ways I make with this poetry – what songs and friendships I form, what migrations and ripples I disturb in the world – may they have something of Your signature on them"
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