… if the Spirit is not tangible, how do we stabilize hope? is it wise to surrender to Chaos if it seems we don’t understand any aspect of it? what’s of philosophy to those who never wrote, never read..? do they ever question faith, the land they stand on, the grace they receive every day in a bowl of rice, in cupped palms full of water?
here I am again, sporting the poetric hat, whispering to those who do read, are able, those prone to occasional reflection. what’s of us, when stories don’t survive, only observations which you spoke about last night or couldn’t, for you were too touched to produce a sound. what of the touched which was never observed, let alone expressed?
may those who travel, travel safely
those who eat, eat in peace
may the forgotten find their company
and the expelled ~ shelter
may the refused respect the help
may those who love, love deeper
may the mute hear again
and the silenced ~ understand..
…for they have been Understood
.. thank you for the opportunity to share this glass of wine with you this year