Surrender
In a way, each of us is a house, a temporary abode for spirit, subject to age – needing maintenance and sometimes an entire renovation. I examine the walls of me...the entrance and exit of both chill and warmth through the inevitable cracking. The chipping and peeling – the drying-out between eternities. My next domicile, I want all on one airy level – having found, fullness and height are less directions, and more the surrendering of enclosure.
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2021
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