tasting fear on the tongue, lips,
knowing nothing next will come besides:
what is…
unknown.
Turning toward heart’s center, allowing grief to be.
I can still hold your hand from here.
Stay close to me.
tasting fear on the tongue, lips,
knowing nothing next will come besides:
what is…
unknown.
Turning toward heart’s center, allowing grief to be.
I can still hold your hand from here.
Stay close to me.
Fiesta Estrellas 
Lovely sentiment Ka.
Thank you, Brad 💗
This reads as a plea to one departed. The fear of uncertainty of a continued connection resolving into resolution to hold them, despite the illusions of time and space.
Perhaps I read into it ideas that are not there, based on my own thoughts (I hesitate to say “experience” as I can assert no objective reality) of a distant and intangible, yet very real, contact, anchored somewhere beyond the knowable horizon.
Do not fear. There is more to life and love than we credit. A bond not meant to dissolve will not, though it may seem difficult to grasp.
That is like a comfort to me as I read you.
💗🙏🏼
You are one who I am thinking of as others 💗🙏🏼