12.6.22

Breathe in such a way that your breath touches every part of your body. Remember this. The breath as extension of the spirit. Fill your body with spirit. This river which flows through each of us. On the train I wrote - sexuality is a wound. Everywhere I go, I remember the shape of it. A perimeter of contact, interface between inside and outside. How I must hold onto the line. To be myself, no matter what. There is no choice otherwise.