
life is like dancing.
if we have a big floor, many people will dance.
some will get angry when the rhythm changes.
but life is changing all the time.
don miguel ruiz
don miguel ruiz







and both will defeat the darkness
night crossing: black coal of dream
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.
this small spot on the riverside,
a tiny accumulated swirling pool
of freshwater (is me) is containing itself near
the still mangroves.
if you would please, stay
here and sleep under the mangrove's
silent roots, like arms, while
my molecules drift upon
you, a light touch, the particles rearranging
itself to remember the form you take on me,
oh silent pale fish.
'by jacob dominguez'
1 here 2 by me

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