Centos

The past searslike a brand upon my heart fraying at the edgesinterlacing threads of yesterday with today Yet, forgotten ismuch betterthan remembered& despised. The spirit that resides in my soulThe entity that makes me who I am the footprints leftat least a while,beforethe wind & waveshave washed awayall traces leftof me? Awareness expands.shimmering in unityI … Continue reading Soul Talk