Watching the trees and feeling the wind. Hoping to somehow be changed or transformed. Wishing I possessed the monk-like inner quietude to just be. Trying to trust the Spirit and live rather than fall into typical human habits– dowsed in them already–dripping from their wet. Transactionalizing love and living leads nowhere

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