One Single Impression: Doorways
Light and breath there.
How many years to cross this portal,
To get from here to there?
Too many or none.
Call me. I come.
(Very recently reconnected with an old friend--a very good old friend--and realized that living well is a matter of being in love with life on its terms, not mine, and of letting it be. That, I think, is the only invitation necessary to pass through the portal.)
One Single Impression