A box is moving around. Being passed from person to person.

Put your hand on mind.

A woman in light, undressing herself as the tress do… by Therese Halscheid

A moment.

Eyes darting from side to side, in this wilderness. Feels illegal, to feel this good.

I want to be in the sensuality of existence, where I belong. Inside the subtleties of the smallest moments. The slightest of movement. Of touch.

Pushed through to grace and depth and purpose.

truth is real, fear is false, love highest law, the future is ours to create, unga bunga, call for thinkers, banking on the afterlife

Extraordinary beauty is in the eye and the jaded eye can see what is. Neurosis and fearlessness are part of the way, but they both get played out.

This is not the time to be afraid. Down the road of nobody knows. Things will get infinitely more complex. Take the next step.