|Reviewed by blue soplain
|OOOOO no, you didnt. .. . hands every w.here.
"BE stowing the im PRINTS OF un ENDiNG di VERSE ness". .. .
the verses, the lines, the sacred wanderings of universes and prophets and martyrs and miracles and agony and ecstasy .. All. . held in the palms. .the alms of telltaleness. .opencloseopenclose
in the crook of a finger lies omniscience, in the opening of a hand lies forgiveness. ..in the writing of t.his [[your worlds\\ lies beauty and [im]paled grace, just rec.lining. . .. forget holding, just existing. ..among the skin of gentle things. ..whispers of touches, and tracings of tips. ...
how else do the blind see? or a master sculptor? finger to linger, here and t.here. ..like brailled words feeling their way. . .. seeing in the dark.ness. ..
ooo0 0 dearest heavens. . .. you made me ramble
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Destiny in our hands, yet our hands create destiny....
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|I have to agree with the board!!
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Your lines are written into the surface of my hands, dear Ted... Here, affairs of life and heart cross and meet. There is much unity in diversity through which we gain the whole. I love this face-to-face of palms. Bless you, Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Walt Hardester
|With greatful digits I hold to this beauty.
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|love this-and in those palms of diversity is life - beautiful words|