Sounds

Art by Oswaldo Gayasamín 1967- The violinist The sound of falling rain, Or lemonade that’s stirred, The whistle of a train, The song of a bird, To some it’s only noise, But every sound I’ve heard Seems sure like, Much more like A song… Continue reading Sounds

Live

I went to sleep somewhat sad. But I awoke happy. When I opened the bedroom window and I looked on to the cool, calm garden in the first rays of sunlight. I was certain there’s was nothing to do but live. Continue reading Live