there are times when i feel like i have to suck myself in...create a vaccuum to preserve my integrity.
there are so many words/thoughts/ideas/conceptions entering my mind i rarely feel like i'm at rest. there's always something else trying to be born.
i find myself longing for an extended period of bliss. experiencing somewhere new and different where all i have to worry about is my next smile...listening to the wind and feeling out the rhythms of trees.
heaven would be soaking my spine in the sun and exfoliating the soles of my feet with sand.
for now, i suppose i can work with a cup of green tea, a few deep breaths, and a brief libation to my ori.