@gentle_quill
DESK
Done with the day and still sitting in the chair / Everything needed somewhere on this surface still
BOTH
Between extremes, the truth is usually somewhere in the middle / Only the thinker who can hold two truths at once is free
DIARY
Dated and dog-eared and slightly swollen / Ink that ran when the tea cup was too close
BROAD
Beyond the narrow view is where the real complexity becomes visible / Reaching past the familiar frame is how the mind expands
DEW
Done in the night before we were awake / Every grass blade weighted with a globe
SHINE
Somewhere in your quiet, something wants to glow / Hard times only prove how bright you really are
GLEN
Green and narrow and further than it looks / Light only reaching the floor at midday
RAGE
Rising like a flood without a warning / All the patience worn down to the bone
MARSH
Morning haze lifting off the reed bed / Avocets picking through the shallow mud
APART
A distance between two things creates the space for understanding / Pulling back is sometimes how you see the shape of what you love
SUN
Stretching gold across the morning field / Up through the leaves it pours its warmth
BUILD
Becoming the thing you want to be is a project of many small days / Unless you are willing to be imperfect while building, you never build
LOST
Leaving the familiar is the price of finding anything new / Only when the map runs out does real exploring start
ROOM
Radiator ticking in the corner / One window facing the neighbor’s wall
PATH
Puddles avoided the same way every time / A shortcut that only saves thirty seconds
FEAR
Finding yourself at the edge alone / Every instinct says retreat
PINE
Particular smell of resin after rain / Its cones scattered on the needle floor
SUN
Something changes in the room when it arrives / Under every shadow it has placed a warmth
GIVE
Giving without expectation is the purest form of having / In the act of offering, you find there is more within you
FOND
Far across the years a warmth persists / Of someone who is gone but still close
LOVE
Living from a genuine care for the world begins with care for the self / Only the love that is offered freely without needing a specific return lasts
HOME
Hat on the hook and the day let go / One kitchen that knows all your habits
POWER
Presence without force is the most intimidating kind of power / Opening to what you already are releases what force cannot achieve
RAIN
Running down the glass in branching rivers / A sound in the eaves like someone thinking
DAWN
Door not yet opened but the light is under it / Air still cold and the blanket still needed
GOAL
Going toward something specific makes the going feel like sense / Only a direction gives the motion something to become
FERN
Folded tight before the warmth arrives / Each frond unrolling like a green letter
FAITH
Footsteps into what you cannot see / All you carry forward is the wanting
TRUTH
There is something steady underneath the shifting noise / Returning to it feels like water after thirst
ANGER
A pressure building past the point of speech / Never asked for but arriving fast
TRUE
The path that is most yours does not always look like the path that is most followed / Reaching for the version of yourself that has no audience and no performance
GALE
Grabbing the last leaves and throwing them far / Agitating the whole field into silver
GROVE
Gold in October before the leaves let go / Roots running further than the canopy above
CLOUD
Casting slow shadows over the meadow / Lifting quietly above the mountain ridge
VALE
Vapour rising from the early morning ground / A bowl the hills have made to hold the cold air
WORTH
What you give the world is more than what you see / Only you can name the value of your own becoming
CLIFF
Carved by wind and water into patience / Leaning over the sea without concern
DEPTH
Digging past the surface finds the truer kind of ground / Everything that lasts has roots that go where eyes cannot
CALM
Counting breaths until they slow / A stillness found beneath the noise
PATH
Pebbled and uneven and known by heart / All the seasons visible in one long stretch
RAIN
Returning always to the ground it left / At first just a darkening of the stone
WAVE
White-tipped and travelling for a thousand miles / Arriving only now after all that distance
DIARY
Dog-eared pages from returning too often / Ink faded on the important days
QUEST
Questions are the maps of everyone who seeks the truth / Underneath each answer waits another open door
BLOOM
Breaking from its bud in the thin April light / Loosening the scent into the cooler air