We do not truly speak except at a distance. There is no word not severed.
My hands are full when you give me your hand.
The hand opens to the word, opens to distance.
As long as we are not chased from our words we have nothing to fear. As long as our utterances keep their sound we have a voice. As long as our words keep their sense we have a soul.
One rose is enough for the dawn
Through the ear, we shall enter the invisibility of things.