Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Every day
A dream runs through
Like a river
Cold enough to steal my breath
And waken shivers

I hope
This windowed corner
In the room
I inhabit, holds space enough
For waiting soon.

Counselling is a Lie

 Counselling is a lie You cannot hold space. Space is breathed Moved in Inhabited Moved within Space is sized Larger, smaller Sometimes too ...