creating a millieu of Heart + but you got to open to it of your own accord
…a few persons here and there have turned up in my path like that
lazily possessing no more than a light, incandescently dull throbbing pointed hazily in that direction ((of the full Soul experience i grasp and turn on to and turn into, within — in all my moments)). they seemed to have figured that i might do some-thing for them. that i might help, sort out, ignite, focus, stir, engender, stoke, spur, strike, grow the shadow of light in their elastic, misused hearts
reach out my lovely brown fingers and somehow Touch them from with-in
that i could, would, should. for those who have or who are so much must give to those who are or who have so little. is that not how the thinking goes…?and that this one action or collective experience with me then would be All, be It. that they then could sit back, relax. not do any thing, not work at Soul, not work at Living. continue to stand for nothing, not Be any thing afterwards
in essence they looked to hand over to me the wheel, the reins, the control, the changing, the nourishing, the steering of their own (very) precious (yet unknown to them), very personal Soul response-ability
that act of Being a Human filled with Life. an act that in its very doing
makes One become a definite action towards the Art that is (of) Living,
of Loving, and of Being