We do not know our own souls,
let alone the souls of others.
Human beings do not go hand in hand
the whole stretch of the way.
There is a virgin forest in each;
a snowfield where even the print of
birds’ feet is unknown.
Here we go alone, and like it better so.
Always to have sympathy,
always to be understood
would be intolerable.
there was never any doubt in this….
inquiry for today~ creep up to your fear and abide….
In order to rise from its own ashes,
a phoenix first must burn.