silent retreat
october twenty-twenty two
monchique
*
silence
to you
closer than you
morning raindrops on
the round black stone
in front of my hut
gleam
*
they sing
tiny birds
they let the weight of darkness go
along with them we attain
the palest point of the day
*
why even come here
where does the road go
no longer questions
how unquenched
i could have reached
the nowhere i never left
questions
this wooden hut
lost in the woods
your home of now
*
without trace
the face of age
the face of childhood
in dense rain
eyeing the face of time
*
the voice
a nobody’s words
rumbling these hills
calling the cedar back
vanished in the mist
you
*
rolling hills reappear
washed by night rains
entwined country roads
no movement in sight
beyond
this sliver of blue
*
silence
presence
where things abide
moving through me
through rock
stillness of trees
their breath
this tremor
*
remote houses
scattered across the hills
call and a response
dogs barking
echo in the valley
it is alive
*
carry october to its end
their own end
to live and die in a robe of scent
what is it
white roses in the hedge
*
green mountains
in the midst of autumn
where is autumn going
*
your reason to be
what else than
to feel the morning breeze
brush against your face
*
breakfast
all at the table
the persimmon on my white plate
gazes softly at me
flames of a fading sun
emptiness abloom
*
uncertain
the prey mantis' pilgrimage
across the hilly road
*
within the waves
in-between
the mind
sitting
with what is
just
*
night sky
the toad
squats on stony stairway
watches
stars falling
