we are here to reflect it
what you give to the world is who you are we are not here to hoard the light we are here to reflect it our souls don't have pockets everything we fought to gather will one day slip through our unclenched translucent hands nobody will remember how safe we were with our gifts and heart they will remember how recklessly we gave of ourselves we aren't here to turn our lives into a bank vault we are here to be a gateless park oh, my love, I wasted so many years before I learned that we are not what we take from this world we are defined by what we give back to it
John’s new book is out! It’s a mix of memory, poetry and a journey into the genesis of his writing life.
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This little light of mine I'm gonna let it shine...
I just ordered your book and 2 others, John. I am finally going to have my hands on the work of your hands. To walk hand in hand with you into this world has been a delight since your words seated with Soul and the mystery began.