Why is it always standing at the edge?
Why not dancing?
Leaping is so predictable.
I'm more interested in how I can continue to grow at the edge.
Can I de-territiorialize the edge?
What happens at the edge of my thoughts?
What might I hear at the edge of silence?
What happens just beyond my skin?
After all what about?
Fences only guard so much.
The deeper I've been lost - the more has been found.
Will I wander to the edge again? Then again - again?
At the edge of the blanket lies my wife.
Past the edge of my heart is faith.
Is there an edge to the soul?
I'm more interested in how I can continue to grow at the edge.
Can I de-territiorialize the edge?
What happens at the edge of my thoughts?
What might I hear at the edge of silence?
What happens just beyond my skin?
After all what about?
Fences only guard so much.
The deeper I've been lost - the more has been found.
Will I wander to the edge again? Then again - again?
At the edge of the blanket lies my wife.
Past the edge of my heart is faith.
Is there an edge to the soul?
Photo by Dominic Alves
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