“Into you I see, into me I see, we adventure into intimacy.”
do you dare stare so deep into the wild waters of wonder that you may fall far further than the superficial surface reflection into narcissistic-nightmare-dreams of whole-self-standing-under-you-is-me being drowned in delicious delirium of disorientation resulting in the realization that I am you and you are me and from beneath the bounds of a languidly limiting thistory we are all waking the tiger and shaking free the trauma transferred from roots to fruit of tree, ferocious fools finding fertile soil slowly planting possibility in the painstaking practice of cross cultural connection and interpersonal intimacy
what do you see when you stare stare so deep?
drink deep, wise fool. water is life and life is precious.