a time of singularity,
and transitory confluence;
the commonplace – a rarity –
and everyday, an effluence
of lessons for novitiates,
that snuck around resistance —
the days when wonder stood on steps,
and love was our
existence
a time of singularity,
and transitory confluence;
the commonplace – a rarity –
and everyday, an effluence
of lessons for novitiates,
that snuck around resistance —
the days when wonder stood on steps,
and love was our
existence
Love this Owen. You captured it perfectly.
Thank you. I thought a lot about it, recently.
Peace. – Owen