"...I don't know how to tell you what I feel.
I live in perpetual expectancy.
You come and the time slips away in a dream.
It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence.
And then it is too late.
You numb me...I don't know what to expect of you, but it is something in the way of a miracle.
I am going to demand everything of you - even the impossible, because you encourage it.
You are really strong.
I even like your deceit, your treachery.
It seems aristocratic to me."
- Henry Miller
snapshot: feather, stones and crystals on my meditation altar
