Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Some bells ring to a different timbre

Silence is a blessed parcel of time.  A gift of the journey inward.  Like the meditation of cooking.  Or writing one word then the next not knowing when a period might manifest.  

1 comment:

  1. bliss covered the outer limbs like a warm sheet in winter as she strode the room's perimeter reaching for a reason, the fountain refreshing the humid air like a second thought