That's how life goes on - protected by the silence that anesthetizes shame.
The Light Between OceansWe made love. With our hands. Then we sold it to cars stopped at the red light.
Sleepwalking is resterciseNamaste. It was a Nepalese greeting. It meant: The light within me bows to the light within you.
The Wild RoseBut you still need the two: the dark and the light. You can't see one without the other.
Drawing with Light