The “reciprocal sustenance” of intertwining trees
words that animate a page
bringing playfulness and ambiguity
converging roads of destiny and invention.
What will bridge us to the sacred?
Awareness and hunger,
long hours looking at a river,
walking on a vast field of tulips?
I’m thinking of something else:
understanding on how to approach silence,
when the last days come, the attitude of surrender:
life, not as a battlefield,
not “to die bloodied and exhausted”
only want peace.