That’s how the light gets in
A long while ago I passed by a painted quote on a street in San Francisco that moved me. I took a second picture of it a few months later, without realising…
poetry /
posts tagged with the above termrolling luggage
the luggage travels place to place rolling over hills green with splendour
grey skies
sometimes great beauty exists amongst the grey skies inspiring awe
rustling leaves
leaves above rustle like rain falling with power nudging my wonder
impermanence
impermanence is inevitably pending knowingly cherish
shadow
my shadow darkensceaselessly haunts in silenceas I awaken
compressed mind
the mind compresses like enclosing hurricanes I try not to drown
swaying trees
the trees sway in sync the storm raging endlessly so what the wing sings
fleeting sunset
how do we embrace the fleeting quality of a passing sunset
how can love begin
how can love begin for oneself without holding sight of one’s true self