Karmic butter

She cuts through karma like a saw cuts through butter
a straw a handle a bone a fragment
a string of hearts

Dream Child:   I’d cross the Rio Grande for you Even if you’ll only come to the shore.   I’ll blend the sky into rainbow hues With an open heart – you can see that and more.   Dream a little. Laugh a little. Dream child. Become your best. I am right here beside you […]