The Narrow Highway
Feb 25, 2017 · 1 min read
I can’t believe I used to have to get up my courage to do this
but pain can be a great teacher
what random acts of kindness
missed
Beyond the horizon of pure joy
every single thing that could be said
was said
without speaking a word
Without boundary, surrendering the enigma
running before the wave
and at last, exhausted,
falling asleep in the early morning
on the table
in a rest area
along the highway
Sleepwalking back again
the blue water
and sky
of your new
tattoo
