i just saw a man with misdirected silver eyebrows in the hallway. His face looked 20! what were those slivers doing on him? maybe people treat him like a 50 yr. old.
to me, each package of a person is a present. i get so excited to be around so many presents, especially ones i've never unwrapped.
i hope i never interpret symbols mechanically, because i have a spirit.
i hope i never allow a love opportunity to strudel by me cuz it's bigger than my eyes are looking for or it's 4 streets over or it's job is to reprimand me or it has silver eyebrows and why would i not be looking for a 50 year old?
the vastness of satisfactions of the world is my existence, a lot of why i love God.
and his laws of his universe are fun and excitin cuz he made us like that and he wouldn't have it any less than we want it.
when i look you in the eyes i'm ready to go- i'm ready for it all- we are different souls and our combination is a different universe than me and Gollum's, or Tonka's.
Symbols are only real when spirits say it- not eyes and brains.
I just don't know how to pour out everything in here yet- over all these- curiosities I exist with- the people.
but if you're into it, i'd like to go no where we know and everywhere that's remiss.
love, emily york, i speak to all
For your never-ceasing growing ears:
