“James Dean playing the bongos, NYC, 1955. Photographed by Dennis Stock ”
Ephemeral, eternal heart! ~Emily Dickinson
We are moved by the wings of longing
So we dance
We reach
We love
It is how we know we are truly alive
By more than a pulse of a beating heart
For there is a certain movement in everything
The soaring of unseen wings and visible hands bracing the fall
we bleed
we bruise
we learn
and rise to love again
it is the evidence of eternity
proof our heart beats for more than the blood within our
veins.
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