What is it to open to be seen to see. I met them late in my journey but they mattered. They showed me time is compossed of moments and if you have beautiful ones you are lucky. Never grasp or crush that which is wonderful for everything needs air to breathe. I wont be my usual filled with longing writing poetry hoping he will follow me. All I can do is love him. Love him and let him be.  What matters most to me is knowing it was all real. And it was all so real.

Resonance. Gifting. What it means to share.
I know when I've left this earth that everyone who I've met will have learned something and have gained from my experience. One cannot keep the light for themselves.