"To turn the chaos of experience into a set of manageable symbols"

-4 and freezing fog
blackbirds commove
cracks grass underfoot
in the dense morning air
a cloud of silent words
escape me

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In the haunted orchard of my mind

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendel Berry

"The only journey is the one within"

"I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that each should stand guard over the solitude of the other"
Rainer Maria Rilke - Letters to a young poet