You are life and death. You are here I am not. I am you are me. Vessel. You like the word vessel. I thought it was my imagination in the last post. End dance.
You are life and death. You are here I am not. I am you are me. Vessel. You like the word vessel. I thought it was my imagination in the last post. End dance.
It is interesting to see what themes are at play (for me, at least) and I do ponder quite a bit on the idea of vessel/s and soul/s. In a daily practice such as this, I find it hard to separate themes as I can be rather indulgent with my contemplations… days can go by and I may be deep in a single thought, which finds reflection in my musings. For me that has been the most challenging part of this challenge, to push through ideas a bit faster than usual.
*I have long been a daily writer, mostly just journals in which I cherry pick for poetic communion with the outer world.
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