I am torn between sunrises and snow flakes, between Timbuktu and Saturn. I am wedged between the grass blades between my toes and the forgotten places in realms beyond this flesh and bones. I am the blood pumping through my veins, alive and wanting Earth, then, in an instant, I am the selfless need to be your ghost watching over you as you feel the sun on your wanting skin. I am torn.
© zaji, 2016
As are we all, searching for the one that will make us whole, with the threads that give life waiting to be made whole.
Yes. Always searching for wholeness.
exactly 🙂