Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

Dwelling in the sweet taste of yearning , when behind is the water of the daw falling.

Thinking of the presious feelings you hold, when on the ground the water of the daw is running in the way of less resistance.

Feeling an invite to remembering when breathing false out of part in it’s play.

In hesitation of the next breath experience of yearning goes diper and in a moment of release action will be taken.

But what when a day with no yearning comes to dwell in? How will the daw fall and will it still run in the way of less resistance when breathing brings no action.

©Elke T.B. Stevens