It is just a glimpse, right?
A passing
A whisper
A resting of the hand
In between writing
In between playing
In between the crafting of the pot
For this vessel
We call soul

I think I’m thinking more about Kat than your piece
I’m also thinking about your piece and how it affects me and my writing
The point in which we don’t try to change the reader. I mean, I agree with accepting one another. Seeing. Feeling.
But a presence is a presence.
And often instead of contemplating in emptiness,
We think how to make a table of the tree.
And if the storm rages, let it pour.
The Earth will drink,
And the children of tomorrow,
Whatever is their form, will drink forevermore
And if my bones are burned
I hope it is for affection and love.

Tell hi to Kat
Thank you for your thought provoking writing.
Pablo