Saturday, July 08, 2017
Whatever Happens
Whatever Happens
Wherever you are, I am there.
Wherever I go, you are with me.
After I met you,
I lost all my attributes.
My attachments,
my longings,
my prizes and decorations.
I cannot remember
what it was that I desired before,
how I found interest
in the world.
Whatever happens,
do not leave me,
for then I would have
nothing,
be nothing,
merely a blank canvas
waiting to be filled.
Dorothy Walters
July 7, 2017
