Every day the house rehearses your coming: Light chooses its wall with grave composure, cup keeps its circle inviolate as dust holds slow argument with the emptying of day. Phenomena no different than: Deer lifts its head ere the clearing contains a soul. Body knows first.
This is a beautiful piece. It reads like a meditation on a human condition and how what is perceived reflects off our surroundings that are fixed but ultimately an emotional impression.
Beautiful. Will be thinking about "dust holds slow argument with the emptying of day" when I see the little dust motes floating in the sunset tonight
will! i hope you do. thank you for reading ❤️
This is a beautiful piece. It reads like a meditation on a human condition and how what is perceived reflects off our surroundings that are fixed but ultimately an emotional impression.
thank you paul!