Monday, February 27, 2006


I'm riding through the wind now, riding through the wind.

It's blowing in my ears.

There is nothing to lose now, nothing to lose:

except everything.

Bless our redundancy. Bless the loss.

1 comment:

JoA said...

after the storm, it's not only sand and dust left behind. pieces of gold are scattered here and there to be collected when it's calm.

no loss, no redundancy... simply as much as it has to be.

must it be? it must be.