i do not dare to understand all the colours of the spectrum that have become you life without substance being without form expressive, yet empty the beatific disassembling of the house that i once wandered the temple where i fell prostrate in worship expressive and empty beneath a figure i could never equate nor understand there is only touch where there once was a hand
Wow! I really love this work!! "there is only a touch where there once was a hand" Amazing. This one grabbed me by the throat chakra .
hi there this creeps with in my soul how you word this loneliness i felt as i read. to be empty to be full again what a lesson we have to bare. thank you for a lovely piece posted love n peace from saff
