by R.L. Black
Longing
In the beginning of us there was longing. One. Loneliness. Out of emptiness, I reach into infinity. Wishing, hoping, exploring. Pause, calm, surprise. Cold black warms to gray. Light emerging. Changing muddy to mauve. Matter mind meld. Consciousness. My breath infuses spirit, soul. Seeking, asking for love. Crawling, standing, reaching. No more longing.
AFTER THE PAUSE VOLUME 1 ISSUE 1
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