echoes and other Prayers

Motion is more than movement, motion is a time of anxiety, a time of anticipation, a time that is all sensibility, all prejudice. Motion snaps and distorts. Motion creates a strange touch on exposed skin.



There is a soft, lilting echo which waits, which relates and which creates this and that, hope and love.



Sleepiness sometimes accompanies thinking about tomorrow.

We often talk goodness and kindness. We all want to share love.