I stand at the edge, owning my potential, knowing that my further surrender will bring me closer to union, to divine blessing.
To surrender into eternal possibility, spiritual raptor and an endless grid of light. 98 more words
Bernie had decided to take in a breath of cool night air before returning to his hotel room. It wouldn’t be easy to forget the poor headless bloodied beast left in the alley, as a gift from his cat Bomba. 1,144 more words