But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory. –Woolf, The Waves
wrapped in tree
not easily mapped
a canopy of arm
a search for light
bridge this ancient path
stand still among
the breathing rock
Great Spirit found
fading into our center
I confess I am confused.
Boxed in between white space.
I am simple. To simply love a way of life.
I do not believe love is dying
politics killing freedom to embrace faith, family, neighbor, country
our ability to speak against the powerful.
Love wrangled by fear and fear rising.
Freedom is vital.
Responsibility to know truth keeps us safe.
Love, my last sword in this battle.
Men are driven by two principal impulses, either by love or by fear.
– Niccolò Machiavelli: The Discourses