Origins

House of Heart

In the moment

I watch storm clouds roll in,

lap the salty raindrop

with my cupped tongue.

A voyeuristic wanderer

my eyes bright with wonder

oblivious to the future

unsullied by the past.

Sabi Sabi

Photo by Sabi Sabi

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