i’m walking down the sunshine i hear do not fall into shadow; water thyself. flourishing is the art of emergence i became with beings ideas places each one leaving a line the lines converge and meet at freedom of feeling of wanting of straying of offering of receiving of choosing at its edge the line interpolates toward you what emerges when freedom loves? most shun fear i don’t albeit i feel it i heard once fear tells you where you aren’t yet free
2026