To watch, to observe, is to be
To be is to exist
To pass into being
beyond the blue
The blue is held
by the trees silence
that passes by
the window
Relieving ashes
with white roses
breath of life.
towards peace
into memory
All is one, one breath. The magnitude of what defies time and place; A relationship unscripted, that moves without separation, just as the dark pine leans into the wind, becoming the voices of centuries. To hand yourself over to the promise of exchange; the act of giving and receiving; is to understand a dialogue of equilibrium, balancing in a time before the ‘beginning’ and the ‘end’.
To watch, to observe, is to be
To be is to exist
To pass into being
beyond the blue
The blue is held
by the trees silence
that passes by
the window
Relieving ashes
with white roses
breath of life.
towards peace
into memory
All is one, one breath. The magnitude of what defies time and place; A relationship unscripted, that moves without separation, just as the dark pine leans into the wind, becoming the voices of centuries. To hand yourself over to the promise of exchange; the act of giving and receiving; is to understand a dialogue of equilibrium, balancing in a time before the ‘beginning’ and the ‘end’.