along with the mist

Updated: Nov 26

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





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