See thru the glass of existence,
below the surface of a lake,
underneath the rock.
Know that the chickadee is as the mustard seed…..
small but full of words without words,
time that is timeless, smoke that is not fire.
……………..Carol
notesfromthelovewars
hooking up on the ethers
notesfromthelovewars 
♡
thanks for being here! we should catch up … lots going on. love you!
Beautiful work!
thank you! do come back…….
Here I’m am … 😉