How many times have I been here, right along with you. My thoughts twisted into injustices and corruption, real and imagined, slights festering inside the incessant blabber of consciousness. Oh! how do we recover? yet we do. After the fear comes silence, breath returns. Look far, look to the horizon, past that impenetrable forest, pastContinue reading “Yet we do”
Time is intense.
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry BY WALT WHITMAN 3 It avails not, time nor place—distance avails not, I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence, Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt, Just as any of you is one of aContinue reading “Self Portrait 43”