Sunday, March 11, 2012

grace





Dodging clocks.  Looking for places where time can't be kept -- and long moments in warm sun made for eyes-closed drifting between here and there -- waking dreams of light in which thoughts can neither be traced nor claimed.  Returning to this world with small lists of regrets and large lists of everything else -- but also with clear understanding that there is nothing so important as the giving of thanks and the offering of love.  

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