Everything in life is an exchange,
Then you dry up.
Because… you just want to run free without the…
chains that are made when we bind to one another…
You give and give and give: and you realize: HOLY emptiness!
HOLY junk! HOLY room full of noise – and none of the voices are really
Yours. Are they? Honestly?
All of a sudden a reflection isn’t there. There’s NO ONE on the other side of the glass…
But wait; there is… Plenty of tender, precious lifeforms.You get so wrapped up
in loving each one; each distinct and precious flower.
Plenty of people to Pay attention to, who desperately
what to be SEEN, loved. YOU are ONE OF THEM!
And then, you just start the cycle over again, until it becomes so obvious that
WE LOVE EACH OTHER – should be your only password.