Lost Love

Love Lost
Never held
slips through fingers
Stop!
Hold!

Frustrations in a frozen world.
Trying to grab on.
Never finding the moment.
Never finding Love.

Surrender!
The flow of love cannot be held,
cannot be stopped.
Moments frozen are cold
and love, frozen, is lost

The Pilgrimage

Many of you have already begun the entry into our beloved city. I am feeling the excitement build. Since Black Rock City passes me up this year, I wish all you Burning Tribespeople a safe, insightful and exciting visit.

salem, shalom, shanti, peace