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 and roots commingled, we grow into each other as one, but words block the flow like a crumbly pest.
Words are vague symbols, crude and flimsy ego-representations, superfluous murmurings…..
When all we really need are the universal laws of goodness and love without limits or conditions.
Then there never a need to ask ‘if.’
Words and images from Linden Thorp, Mariko Kinoshita and megapixyl.com