I like about how our cat sits with his tail wrapped around his furry paws while he watches my dart fall onto the floor and then attacks with such alert reflexes that I’m struck with realizations that we know so damn little while talking as though we know more than a cat
Or to the moon, cast no doubt, as the pitfalls to all edges speak in whispers of encouragement. It’s true about the shadow of Spring. And it’s true about where I belong. I’ll be going there, with the moon as my anchor.
The creation of unity lives not with idle minds but with the empaths crossing oceans- And while laws govern lines and lines and lines thoughts circle the world without attachment carrying the keys to peace