Been a luxury itself reading your work and understanding the warmth of suchness. You speaking here being phoenix. To it, no death matters, no life exits. Freedom is all that works under time's attorney general. Nicely put. Looking forward to reading your work, Lynn.
A bright spark once wrote that it's neither birth nor death that matters but the song you sing between the two; for in that there is understanding to even the most simplest of minds.
Your few words have always meant more, far more. Thank you, my dear friend.
We shall find out one day my friend. Maybe no ending? Maybe endless possibilities. Always a pleasure to read your work. Thank you for sharing your poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote
Oh Lynn, this is so beautiful and how thought provoking this is. We are those parts of life that forms in one wave and washes away in another. We are constantly taking birth from one breath to another... Great to find a ticket to your page my frnd...
We may act like strangers to these shores, but how can they possibly exist without us here to see their existence. We are always here, always reborn and always left wondering what it is we almost remember. Nicely captured Lynn.