Eczema In The British Army

was dawn. The sun, shy but powerful depart the wind, and could rise on the salt lake ...
all expected the moment the first rays illuminate the white landscape.

The old barge, full of all the sunrises, lay quietly at our feet.

My hands stopped to touch, barely touched ... crouched beside her, I was expecting.

... Feeling like her life as her ...

be like an old barge moored on the lake, letting the air and the sun filled ... Open

to life without resistance, without longing or desire anything other than live intensely this moment.

Yes, truly, my soul does not want anything else.

And when stuck in the world, I forget, always, always, always ... see my boat, I called ... and I remember.

.... Celeste