It took almost dying to realize that aging isn’t a curse. It’s a privilege.
I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
...Don’t look for love in faces, places —
it’s in you; that’s where you’ll find kindness.
Don’t put your trust in walls,
‘cause walls will only crush you when they fall.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map