This Is The World I Want To

Teaching And Writing Are Separate, But Serve/feed One Another In So Many Ways. Writing Travels The Road Inward, Teaching, The Road Out - Helping Others Move Inward - It Is An Honor To Be With Others In The Spirit Of Writing And Encouragement.

Later Our Dreams Begin Catching Fire Around The Edges, They Burn Like Paper, We Wake With Our Hands Full Of Ash.

Since There Is No Place Large Enough To Contain So Much Happiness, You Shrug, You Raise Your Hands, And It Flows Out Of You Into Everything You Touch. You Are Not Responsible. You Take No Credit, As The Night Sky Takes No Credit For The Moon, But Continues To Hold It, And Share It, And In That Way, Be Known.

I Support All People On Earth Who Have Bodies Like And Unlike My Body.

I Still Have Everything You Gave Me It Is Dusty On The Edges. It Is Slightly Rotten. I Guard It Without Thinking. I Focus On It Once A Year When I Shake It Out In The Wind. I Do Not Ache. I Would Not Trade.