value life


You ask if I trust you? When we breathe and live as one, what irritation is this I am drawn to scratching.

One tree of life to another, our branches 

reflect quietly 2and roots commingled, we grow into each other as one, but words block the flow like a crumbly pest.

Words are vague symbols, crude flimsy egorepresentations, superfluous murmurings 


All we need are the universal laws of goodness, and love without limits or conditions. Then there is no need to ask ‘if’ ever.

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