Chaos seems to be the rhythm
that grabs me and won't let go
in the dance these days,
Extremes:
Chaos/Stillness
Present/Distant
Exhausted/Driven
RippedOpen/Peaceful
Life/Death
Lonely/Connected
Longing/Fulfilled...
The poem by John's friend speaks volumes to me. Thanks John for posting that. Wish I could have been there.
