All that is Earth, is clean.
All that is Earth, is good.
Sugar and salt, and every spice,
Every surface of rock imaginable.
Any open space within the breadth of this domain
Is clean and good.
I want my feet in the sand, in the gravel.
I want your song to become stuck in my memory, our inner voices endlessly repeating
“THERE IS ONLY ONE.”
We are the humility of all creation.
“THERE IS NOTHING ELSE.”
We are the soft flesh of the soil.
“I WILL ALWAYS WELCOME YOU BACK.”
And I cannot make you understand if you don’t feel it, but this is my solace and my joy in life. Knowing finally, that you are always going to be mine.