How can a heart feel so overwhelmed? So deeply touched with hope?
In place of sorrow, fear or worry, a seismic flow of energy erupts.
The sensitivity and lust for such a deep connection is equal to the need for the air.
Mountains, rivers, lakes and fields may divide our being, yet two hearts are beating in synchronicity.
The stars pass overhead casting light down on memories yet to be made.
Don’t look to the past for living; don’t give worry to the future.
We’re here. We are here. Here we are. Here. We.
ACTON28: AGAINST THE FLOW OF TRAFFIC 