@golden_leaf
BREAD
Bought on the way back without planning to / Rising sound from the oven before it’s ready
VOICE
Volumes go unspoken in the people who stay silent / Only when you speak does what is real become real to others
BREAD
Bought on the way back without planning to / Rising sound from the oven before it’s ready
GUILT
Going back to every choice undone / Under every smile a quiet ache
ALIVE
Approaching the day as though it is the only one is a practice / Living with the awareness of impermanence makes presence a priority
GIVE
Genuine generosity is the art of giving what it costs you something to give / In the moment of offering freely, you discover what you truly hold
TEA
Twice steeped and dark and fine / Every cup holds a small interruption
ROOM
Rain making the window a living painting / Only the lamp to hold back the evening
CLOUD
Casting slow shadows over the meadow / Lifting quietly above the mountain ridge
COOK
Cutting slowly because the radio is good today / One pot and the whole kitchen involved somehow
DESK
Drawer full of things with no category / Everything pushed aside to make space
BOOK
Best when the whole afternoon disappears / One cup of tea gone cold during chapter three
ACTS
Acting in the world is how the inner life becomes visible / Carried out fully, even the small act contains the whole person
POWER
Presence is the quietest and strongest force you own / Only what you nurture grows into something lasting
CLOCK
Caught between being late and not caring / Loud enough to interrupt a thought
WALK
Weather finally good and the coat unnecessary / Around the long way because of the light
CLOCK
Crowded afternoon and it won’t move quickly / Long wait made longer by looking
PEAK
Persistent under every kind of sky / Even the clouds cannot completely claim it
AMPLE
A life generous toward itself is better at giving to others / More than enough is not an accident, it is an orientation
PAIN
Passed through, not around, is how it ends / A knowing in the depths that you are still here
FOND
Far across the years a warmth persists / Of someone who is gone but still close
PRIDE
Pulling yourself up from the lowest place / Rebuilt from nothing more than will and time
CALM
Cradling the storm until it sleeps / All the noise begins to thin
GLEE
Growing large with something uncontained / Light that breaks through just for you
MIST
Muffling the chapel bell in the valley / Imagining the hedgerow through the white
SONG
Stuck in the kitchen speakers all morning / On repeat by accident and then by choice
TENDER
The place where care outpaces competence / Every touch an act of asking first
DESK
Dust settled on the corner of papers / Everything arranged and rearranged again
COOK
Calm when the kitchen has a plan / One stir too many but it still works
WALK
Wet leaves pressed flat on the pavement / A neighbor waving from the garden
HILL
Here the sky begins before the summit ends / In August the heather turns the slope to purple
WALK
Wet shoes and worth it for the air / Around the back of the park where it’s quieter
DAWN
Deep quiet before a single bird decides / A breath of cold from the open window
GLEN
Green and narrow and further than it looks / Light only reaching the floor at midday
TRUE
The path that is most yours does not always look like the path that is most followed / Reaching for the version of yourself that has no audience and no performance
PINE
Planted long ago now taller than the house / Its roots the depth of everything we know
PETAL
Piled on the path after a night of wind / Each one a small flag of the summer just past
SKY
Streaked with the last of the day’s last light / Knowing it will darken but not minding yet
SEED
Sleeping through the last cold weeks alone / Each day underground a small decision
PEAK
Planted in the sky above the treeline / Even the wind here is a different kind
MOVED
Moments that undo the controlled self / Opening to what you thought you had locked
WIND
Wandering without a home or an intention / It moves through everything and keeps nothing
DREAM
Door at the end of a hall I can almost name / Rising up to the surface without warning
LAMP
Late and only the lamp is awake / A golden radius on the reading table
ATTEND
Attention is the rarest and most significant gift one person gives / To be truly listened to is to feel that you exist more fully
GROVE
Gathering its shade under old and patient arms / Running deer sometimes pause inside its green
MAGIC
More of life is unexplained than certainty admits / A sense of wonder is the engine underneath the awe
GROWTH
Give yourself the grace to be imperfect on the way / Real expansion hurts a little at the outer edges
LIMIT
Loving your limits as teachers rather than enemies changes their effect / In knowing where you end, you also know where you most need attention
SEED
So small you could lose it in a fold of paper / Every continent it crosses has changed it