things
grow
up
and
down
and
sideways
and
and growing makes them
and plea
and hurts in ecstacy
and leave traces of wonder
and sometimespartly
die.
yet we revive (with) each day
with each step
with each breath
that brings us forward
.
it is for us that we seek for our nerves to tremble for our bones to trembleand vibrate
at the taste of our moments.
synchronisity becomes
louder
bigger
practice, growing in practice, becoming practice, evermore the wanting to achieve the best
self
one as many being one can be.
It’s love, isn’t it?
Really ...just... this
simple.
Love being formed,
slowly,
(no rush)
no matter we are all,
always partially
leaving.