The elements of freedom
are the words in silence,
they dwell in the mind
of perfect bliss, they love
to rest their spirits
in mother-silence's bosom,
and cannot ever bear
to lose sight of her.
Tina J Gordon Along the Sciara del Fuoco in the Mediterranean, you can hear the earthrumble, heave, sigh.Like a heart that’s broken, it grieves. Listen in […]
I've never unhinged the door
to invite in the light of reason,
always incurious, cemented in
my own world unless someone
comes, absorbed in the waves
of my own heartbeat with
nothing to trouble me inside