But grief is not a force and has no power to hold.
You only bear it.
Love is what carries you, for it is always there,
even in the dark, or most in the dark,
but shining out at times
like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.
~Wendell Berry
learning about endurance and the fine hope of summer
inquiry for today~ settle into a daydream of impermanent sweetness
climbed the blue staircase up to the sky
climbed where the roses were opening
where roses were speaking
heard nothing nothing to hear
heard silence
I climbed where the roses were singing
where the gods were waiting
blue staircase up in the sky
but heard nothing nothing to hear
heard silence silence
~Huichol shaman
