This Month's Contents: A poem and a picture.
To hear another person say what we feel lights up the mind. Until then, bound by words we could not find, all we had was an ache, a gesture, or unrestful silence. "Yes," we say, "that's it!" and what was only shadow becomes form. We are unbound.
This month's poem contains words buried deep within us; words we recognize as true. Words unlocking doors to vastness, doors to freedom, doors to nothingness. Please excuse the sparseness of this month's edition — sometimes there is simply nothing more to say. You don't need any other words. Live a life with no more distractions.
I turn around and round