@evening_tale
WALK
Wind in the face and the coat barely enough / All the way to the end of the long path
PINE
Planted long ago now taller than the house / Its roots the depth of everything we know
WARM
Weaving warmth through every passing thing / A fire kept for those who need the light
MOVE
Moving forward does not require you to know the destination / Only what is willing to shift can arrive somewhere new
DEW
Drawn to the coldest surface in the dark / Every hollow holds a little more of it
REEF
Revealed at low tide as a different country / Each pool a universe in miniature
MIST
Muffling the chapel bell in the valley / Imagining the hedgerow through the white
JOY
Just showing up in unguarded moments / On the face of someone doing what they love
ONLY
One thing asked of you is to be fully what you are / Nothing else required beyond your truest self in this moment
WALK
Wind in the face and the coat barely enough / All the way to the end of the long path
LONELY
Looking for a voice that knows your name / Only echoes in the house tonight
WARM
Woven through the ordinary hours / Arriving without announcement or fanfare
LAUGH
Leaping past the careful and the guarded / A sound that cracks the quiet open
BREAD
Baking it because the day needed a task / Rising during the walk and ready on return
GRACE
Giving more than is required / Resting easy in forgiveness
BEAT
Beneath the sound, the rhythm is the oldest kind of order / Everything alive has its own cadence that the listening finds
GENTLE
Going slowly through the difficult / Every movement made with care
GOOD
Goodness is not easy, it is the harder path made beautiful / Out at the far side of the hard thing, something real always waits
SHORE
Staying here longer than we planned / Here the worry that came with us grows smaller
CURVE
Coming around the bend reveals what the straight road kept from you / Understanding that the path winds is not the same as accepting delay
HILL
Here the sky begins before the summit ends / In August the heather turns the slope to purple
PAIN
Passed through, not around, is how it ends / A knowing in the depths that you are still here
ATONE
Acknowledging the harm and moving toward repair is not weakness / Taking responsibility for what was done clears a space for what comes next
CROSS
Crossing the distance between you and the truth is never free / Reaching the other shore requires leaving the one you stand on
LUNCH
Leftover rice reheated and improved somehow / Under an hour and trying to make it feel like more
SOUL
Standing in full awareness of what you are is a kind of prayer / Out beyond the personality, the soul still knows exactly what it needs
PEACE
Petals fall without a sound / Every breath a small release
CHILD
Collecting things that only they understand the value of / Happiness expressed at full volume without apology
TENDER
The skin of the world is thin today / Each word must land with extra care
BOTH
Between extremes, the truth is usually somewhere in the middle / Only the thinker who can hold two truths at once is free
STORM
Saying nothing until it says everything / Taking the roof tiles and the old crow’s nest
FIELD
Foxes crossing at the far end in the grey / In the late July heat the combine starts
BREAD
Best when the crust breaks away cleanly / Rising through the first quiet hour of morning
SAFE
Somewhere the constant guarding finally rests / Arms that hold without condition or demand
ELATE
Each heartbeat says that all of this is real / Life becomes a brighter, faster thing
HOPE
Held between the broken and the new / One small light inside the corridor
LEARN
Letting go of what you thought was right is how you grow / Every lesson costs you something you thought you needed more
CAFE
Corner table and a long coffee / Afternoon spent with a book and no plans
OPEN
One step toward what you do not understand is worth more than ten steps toward what you do / Presence without agenda is the most welcome kind a person can offer
WALK
Wednesday morning colder than expected / Around the block once more for no reason
MIND
Moving through the world with full attention is its own form of mastery / In the quality of the thinking is the quality of what the thinking builds
SIGH
Speaking through the body what the mind won't say / Inward first and then the soft release
PHOTO
Printed and placed without a frame for now / Hands holding it to show someone how it was
FAITH
Footsteps into what you cannot see / All you carry forward is the wanting
DESK
Drawer opened and closed without finding it / Every pen tried and only one working
MOON
Midnight opens like a silver eye / Over the hills a pale glow rises
CALM
Center found beneath the day's commotion / A soft returning to yourself again
APART
All that separates is also pointing to what could connect / Perspective grows in proportion to the distance that you can accept
DESK
Dust settled on the corner of papers / Everything arranged and rearranged again
BLISS
Briefly and completely you are free / Living fully in the moment given