'We are reaching into the silence.
Are we the music, whilst the music plays?
Between the un-being and the being,
sounds a hollow rumbling of wings...
Am I here, or there, or elsewhere?'
(With My apologies to T.S. Eliot)
Saturday, 15 April 2017
There are some feelings that fill you up, that dig their roots into your skin and never let go. They swell and blow over you like wind and waves.