My heart is on fire
In my madness I roam the desert
The flames of my passion
devour the wind and the sky
—Rumi
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The Desert Blooms While the Moon Shows Her Face by G A Rosenberg
woke up this morning from a dream and saw this beautiful picture. it’s always been a dream of mine to live in the desert and yet i have never even set foot in one…the desert at night is the most evocative idea… and the moon rules it. this week i have learned about “terminal sedation” and am afraid i am not awake anymore myself.
Thanks–
Once again you inspire me to write…
How do we know when we are awake?
That term is thrown around so much.
“You’re all asleep” “You need to wake up!”
Well how do you know? I suspect that if the question is being asked, than that implies some consciousness. 😀 <3