Afraid of death? Then are you opposite of the other thing? / Courageous of life? Joyful in the love it brings? / Don't have all the answers? Me neither. (Universe still buffering.)

Life sometimes leaves some fat clues / From the jaws of non-existence, life snatched you.

dear friends,

one year ago today, i wrote the below rhyme as my morning pages.
i hope you enjoy:

I sit here this morning drinking tea.
Thinking about being a thinking me.
Coming nowhere near the brink of being.
Being, it's everywhere. As far as I can think I'm seeing.

Inklings. Little inks. Baby rorschachs.
Opportunities knock knock. And then maybe more knocks.
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