Stand in the divine rain, and seeds of wisdom will grow in your soul.
Life’s the way it goes, I guess.
Once you’re gone, you’re out of sight
I am. It’s the absurd notion. Motion deniable. Out of whose sight. Hounds don’t snuggle up for a while… I am sure you are doing well…
But, I’m left feeling orphaned…
They say you’re “the” one
Who is the only one. Who is the receiving yoni. Who knows the truth?
Everyone else is vain.
A golden thread, a gold thread!