Touching Sky

Hard to hold, easy to feel, warm to the touch.

Kaleo James In Hiding

One more day that has been survived, and ordinary day.


Peace

Here, an ornament. Touching the sky; feeling the go - the go of the rush of being. Close your eyes and stay a while.

Ordinary? Nothing is ordinary. Everything is exceptional.

Keep my heart close to yours; you hold in your breathing - startled. Spooked by the comments of utter devotion.

Fluttering eye lids, welled up tears of extacy. How much surface can be touched by ones love?

And -

In a moment...

The rush, the passion, the intwining of bodies, souls, beings.

Gone.

Hold it tight.

Strangeness, abounds.


Aloha.