We all trace back to the same stars.

Listening with equanimity to

Our vibrant,

Vulnerable selves, we feel a universal

Embrace.

Week II, F-word in Year 59

So I was in the F section of my dictionary and while I landed on perfectly fine f-words, I broke my randomness rule when my eyes wandered over to a word wholly unfamiliar to me.

Fancy the weft bubbling

Over and
Under, creating a
Lithe, lilting twill soft
As breath.
Remarkable Universe, ever so
Deft.