We are butterflies, caught by the glare…

Sometimes we just want to believe we are here to share the same thing. It’s hard when you realize that which contradicts that sweet corny love story, but then you find that having had that fight, suffered the polarization, in one way or another, the contrast to your design, is only to pull you through to where you find yourself a more grown, authentic and expressive person, and that the cast of characters you were written in the frame with, in that story you once cherished, did not cherish your manifesting that story. All obstacles of our communication removed; we are free of it…

enchanted by the great sun’s stare…

… now lost in the the story of the deeper more satisfying whim of honoring you my dear…

I love you Santosha Ma