“Learning love in all kinds of languages
we meet in all kinds of fields
have been in all types of houses
we are all in love with each other, i know it
bound by spirit
by blood
by coffee
it doesn’t matter, what spills
is necessary
it must spill
it must be free
it must enter and leave us
wound and heal us
within and between
all of us, strangers
we are all secret lovers
bound by everything
connected
re-source full
until the silence speaks
until there is no freedom
as loud as us or what we are
when we become it
love
freedom
spirit
let these words dissolve here
be born in some other way
in some new field, wandering
in a body
yours”
THINGFINDER 