threads of golden tissue...
I tasted you for a moment.
Before you vanished from
lack of virtue
and back into... everything else.
I have made art out of longing.
But longing is a lonely feeling with no lasting cure.
Why should we long, when we can share freely? When abundance is everywhere, why continue with poverty?
Addiction to pain is what keeps us going back. The pain is familiar.
And what we long for more than anything is what is familiar.
The law of possession has a dualistic nature, beware.
Those who want everything, will get nothing.
Those who expect nothing, will get everything.
Where do we fall in between?
Remember the beauty shared. All else is but passing. All else governed by gravity.
Even salty tears...
are born to fall.