sometimes life is like a border collie, wallowing about.
this is where the road becomes an open field, and the mind becomes a still and hollow point.

Anyways,
I wish it were simple, if not simpler, easier to explain,
or perhaps just something other than what it is.

It’s good to remind myself — from time to time — that at least I’m still here.
I’m still here it seems, a little less lost than before, and it’s starting to feel pro-found .. like an Audley would.

Thank you . . you

.. .. …

holy, and complete — you are
what i am seeking is I AM — to begin again — home.

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autumnally processing // shedding skin. finding fun, filosophy, freedom, faith, filaments, firmaments, fysics, fantasias, froth, food, & fog in the Cloud Atlas.

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