Gazing, we do not see it, we call it empty space. Listening, we do not hear it, we call it silence. Reaching, we do not grasp it, we call it intangible. But here, we spin through it, electric, subtle, silent. - Leary
I’ve had a Rumi poem, bouncing around in my head for the past couple of days. A poem that I like, and that I haven’t thought about in quite some time. Just a few...