It Is Not A Person’s Depth You

Trees For Example, Carry The Memory Of Rainfal. In Their Rings We Read Ancient Weather - Storms, Sunlight And Temperatures, The Growing Seasons Of Centuries. A Forest Shares A History Which Each Tree Remembers Even After It Has Been Felled.

But Sometimes The World Disrobes, Slips Its Dress Off A Shoulder, Stops Time For A Beat. If We Look Up At That Moment, It's Not Due To Any Ability Of Ours To Pierce The Darkness, It's The World's Brief Bestowal. The Catastrophe Of Grace.

Reading A Poem In Translation Is Like Kissing A Woman Through A Veil.

Some Stones Are So Heavy Only Silence Helps You Carry Them!

Any Given Moment - No Matter How Casual, How Ordinary - Is Poised, Full Of Gaping Life.