Life offers itself to us in whispers and storms, in ripe fruit and empty branches. The journey inward — where truth, love, and the essence of who we are resides — often begins only when we stop reaching for what isn’t ready and allow ourselves to simply be.
Tag: poetry
A quiet place, lonely but never truly alone. This divine life offers infinite variety, if only we’re willing to embrace it. Yet, persistent sadness too…
Gone, perhaps, but the story goes on — In the forest, what seems dead gives life to critters and bugs, a home for birds, a…
I do miss the rain But I do love the sun What’s with me again Was never undone Storms come and go Moving earth moving…
When the time is right… You’ll forget all the tasks The myriad asks And the moments they took Because you’re still here That bright golden…