Poetry

Words: A Poem

Words “The name that can be named is not the eternal name.” — Tao Te Ching Putting it into words hides the essence of what it is, And yet I can’t stop striving to capture in words, that which I’ve known only in silence. It’s a losing battle,...

Things That Hold Me

Things that hold me Demand the art Of letting go Like rain in clouds Or sands blown by A sirocco. My fingers reach To grasp the air No lungs can store But only hold What releasing Makes a space for. Just so, beauty Needs the vast dark To light a...