solitude beckons when the world renders me wearysnow falling on ocean
solitude is not loneliness but a reprieve from what clings to me
I rise a fugitive from a peopled life
snow falling
I do not want to die alone
sometimes only silence can tell a story
s n o w i n g
ink and paper, stick and sand, a finger writing in dust
writing * deliverance from isolation
this is what I know of love
What was first
Water or sky
No one was born alone
We die only in our mind
The day will be itself without us,
nourished
because of us
It makes us suffer
If one believes in time
–
See the trees
Ever
Precisely what love is.
You are home.
Snow is grace
rough lace
it is the sky from which gifts fly
as this heart listens.