Isolation
A bar of soap in the dish, unremarkable and dry.
communication
the language of stones
if I slip a word
beneath your door
could you read it?
stones
upon the shore, count
the skips one, two, three – more
then silence.
poetry, photography and reflections on life, aging, and dharma
A bar of soap in the dish, unremarkable and dry.
if I slip a word
beneath your door
could you read it?
stones
upon the shore, count
the skips one, two, three – more
then silence.