To take what we love inside
is a meditation in recklessness, a dangerous prayer. Tear past the crooked tooth and greedy tongue, slip into the capillaries, rebellious and swerving toward an endless litany of drunk driving and takeaway food. There is no caution tape here because everything is an emergency. This body, still such a stranger, is the only chapel I’ve got except my heart laid flat on paper. inspired by Lee Yong Lee’s poem From Blossoms
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Who am I?I’m a systems engineer and creative coach living in ABQ, NM. I believe that we can intentionally design our lives to align with our deepest dreams and desires. Archives
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