Whitefire Water, a poem

Something changed.Only fresh aliveness is satisfying.  Desires became sweet childish dreams. Life, here and now, like a whitefire mountain spring Spewing light, colors, sounds, objects, people On the blank canvas of my mind. Life alone succeds in clenching my thirst. Just loneliness, at times ... The price of freedom. There is always something new to … Continue reading Whitefire Water, a poem