Day 15: Clear as daylight
Connected, online, I’m here in this space. In here – I’m all of me, but where can I be all of us? Of all the spaces to be, this is more than here or there, its simply…no where. Yet wherever I may be, it’s clear as daylight on our tree – we are connected.
Traveling permanently is more than the dance of wind, it’s a soul, seeking its missing skin only half full; you can see it’s clear as daylight on our tree. Three strikes and your out cold whether you like it or not. Can’t you see? We’re connected now it’s sewn on so well it fits to a tee. Tea time is 11 since you’re sitting next to me like ‘the one’ and I too am ‘the one’; we can only be 11 together – even better than 10.
Ten is perfect, but perfect is old. 11 the new 10, we can make it now – just believe to be better. Together again, and connected, but when did it change? Chance it and it can’t change, the stream is too steady, our roots too deep. Can you see it as one? It’s clear as daylight on our tree.
Remember the good times,