Monthly Archives: April 2018

Better to restin the still eye of the stormthan to chase its wild tail— where windstear at every fragile thing,and the worldis only blur and noise. In the quiet center,I learn to see.In the unmoving heart,I learn to live.

The body whispers of its limits,soft edges closing in,like evening light folding over the hills.Yet in this tender narrowing,a wide sky opens—a moment unbound,where the soul walks freely,lighter than youth ever knew.