Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
The journey itself is my home.
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.