Beautiful Beautiful Irony
Beautiful Beautiful Irony. How do I breathe in this new airy familiar landscape? What weathered worlds are collapsing? What is still being contained and commended? Where are we going... And... What will be left behind? I breathe, reassured in worlds demised, left assured of the worlds retained, bless-ed love remains. Steady, steps at a time, calling shots and yet... Not. Divine willing we go. Watch the show, and... create... in truth. Free. Tri-ni-ty. Wise. Cool. Warm. Be.
