How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table.

How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake.

Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork,

things in themselves, myself being myself.

~Virginia Woolf

from where I came and I sit quietly….

inquiry for today~ what sadness will you honor?

jaded oh so softly……

Today I found my sadness sitting all alone,

I reached down and scooped her up.

I held her gently as she wept.

I felt an etching of tenderness in a deeper place.

Sadness looked in my eyes and whispered,

”thank you for listening”~

she then gracefully danced away.

~Rumi