Guest guest Posted October 28, 2006 Report Share Posted October 28, 2006 At some point you learn to travel light, you begin to understand how far you have gone to return to the place you have never left even though you may have traveled as far as India or Russia or Iran and read the book that is writing you while taking a hot bath in the middle of the day, when the sun is hidden behind the grey, and fall leaves blow exotically through your Beloved where Love is where the fire rises like a snake in the middle of your own parched desert and hisses a song of glory in ravaged and savaged memory halleluyah sounds flow through the hollow flute free pure and easy so easy to pass through... Love, Anna Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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