Waiting for someone to arrive...

Waiting for your laundry to dry ...

Waiting for hooman to open the door ...

Waiting for fruit to ripen ...

Feeling is the language, the forgotten language. If you understand feeling, you understand the whole.
Is salvation really just an evacuation plan from existence? I shutter to think so. Really do.
Each day I remind myself that I am but a dirt creature, animated by a blown breath of divine wind. I belong to everything.
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waiting for sleep to come ... waiting for Santa too ...
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