Movement

We are diamonds floating
diving? flying?
Is there any difference?
Movement is what matters.

Trusting

Time. Hundreds. Sailors at the windows. But my hand letting go. Letting go. What do you feel?

Inside Out

The whole world is white and cold. I am inside looking in.
The view is magical, like a candle in an egg shell.

Holding Fast

Watching the snow fall. A gentle blanket protecting those who sleep.

In deep silence, so essential, the light continues to recede.
All things growing increasingly dormant.

Home to the inner stillness to gather strength for the returning.

Above and Below

It has been snowing here too. Downy covering on the dirty rooftops. Stark contrast to the bony trees and flying ravens.