@river_song
FILL
Fullness is not something given from the outside in / In what you choose to let into your days, your life takes shape
WIND
Wearing a path through the tall autumn grass / In the chimney it mutters its old stories
PAIN
Passing through the burning toward the clearing / A message from the place that needs your care
RAIN
Running off the eaves into the barrel / A grey curtain softening the hillside
STILL
Sitting with the unanswered question without demanding it answer is strength / This is the practice: return to the quiet whenever the noise begins to win
TRUTH
There is something steady underneath the shifting noise / Returning to it feels like water after thirst
MARSH
Mud and sky and water undecided / All the reeds together in the late light
STILL
Something in the stillness says you do not have to run / The quiet is not empty, it is waiting to be heard
DAWN
Drawn up from the dark like something rescued / A first bird testing the quiet air
LAKE
Lying still beneath the circling osprey / A stillness even the rain cannot disturb entirely
CLOCK
Changed last Saturday and still feels wrong / Looking at it more since the days got shorter
TRAIN
Ticket folded in the same pocket every time / Rain beginning just as the platform empties
BOOK
Bought for the trip but read at home instead / Open at the same page for three days
TRAIN
Ten minutes on the platform in light drizzle / Rain having decided to make it interesting
PEACE
Passed between two strangers in a glance / Every softening of the brow is peace
BLOOM
Bright against the last snow of the season / Leaning from the wall toward the open sun
BLOOM
Breaking through the soil before the frost has gone / Lavender and white against the winter mud
CALM
Choosing the slow breath over the quick reaction is learned greatness / A center that holds under pressure is built long before the pressure
SAND
Scattered fine across the winter beach / All the footprints gone from yesterday
MOON
More than light it is a kind of company / Over the sleeping field it moves alone
COST
Counting what a thing will cost is not the same as measuring its worth / Only the things that ask something real of you teach something real
SKY
So wide above the valley it makes you small / Knowing it has always been this close
CARE
Coming back no matter what it costs / A warmth that does not ask for thanks
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
MEAL
Made before anyone knew they were hungry / Everyone at the table and the phones away
WISH
Wanting something real enough to shape your days / Into the unknown, you send the truest part of you
PEACE
Passed between two people, it multiplies / Everything that was too loud goes quiet
HOPE
Holding the possibility open even when the evidence closes it takes courage / Opening yourself to what has not yet happened is the engine of the future
ABLE
A person is more capable than doubt has led them to believe / Being more than what fear defines you as is always possible
SLEEP
Something settled before the eyes fully closed / Lamp off and the dark immediate and kind
ANGER
A heat that rises without warning / Nothing holds the fire back
DREAM
Disappeared as soon as the eyes opened / Running through a place that kept changing shape
WHOLE
What is broken can be gathered into something new and true / Healing does not mean returning to before the fracture
GRIEF
Gathering what the gone one left behind / Resting in the middle of loss
INNER
Inside every question, a quieter question waits / None of the great answers arrived from somewhere outside
SLEEP
Side switched twice before the right one found / Late and the window still a little open
TRAIN
Tired and not asleep and not quite awake / Rain on the glass and the fields going past
VALE
Very still when the morning mist is in it / A sheltered fold the hills have made for quiet
CLOCK
Clicking in the way that fills a quiet room / Late afternoon and the hands seem stuck