What often escapes from our hands, but which inevitably meets with our steps, we call it destiny. The seeds that on earth I forgot and today I meet with flower, I give name by chance. Where my choices end, my reach rests, the beyond what surrounds me and what the others teache me, I know no name, for I am still learning – and not entirely known to my eyes – cycles and time; learning what blossoms in me and what the wind takes from me. The taste of wine, prayers and tides. What has a basement, window or yard away. The one that has roots in the Soul and never dies…🌠❤️