I do not know how to reblog from my phone, but this is worth sharing.
Poetry relates us to our own places via anothers words.
It connects, unravels, guides.
It leads to the places we always believed existed but began to doubt.
Eveything under the sun, still one.
Time changes things, but as it turns, we turn and face again who we always were before we were ever begun.
This poem below by SIMPLY COMPLEX, gave a glimpse again of this.
8:59 AM – http://wp.me/p4kGJc-12L