At seventy-five I find myself in love.
Not the serene love of an old man
steeped in the wine and wisdom of years,
but one who would kill a dragon for her.
I am thirty-two, and in love, again, this time
with a man whose name rolls off my tongue
like water. I’m afraid of hope.
OM GATE GATE PARAGATE PARASAMGATE BODHI SVAHA Gone, Gone Beyond, Completely Beyond, Gone Beyond Gone . Hush humans, you can finally let it all go, the Anthropocene, Technocene, Thermocene Capitalocene, … Continue reading