Imprinting…I’m printing…’I AM’ printing Into your womb, one day soon, there will be my passing. One that takes me into question now, one that will take me out then. Foreign to the press of my logic, there is only certainty  in the wave of oneness reaching unmistakably into my roots. As my feet lay down upon your back, you call me to answer, “What will I leave of me?” Dying, decay, death. […] Read more »