To watch, to observe, is to be

To be is to exist

To pass into being

beyond the blue

The blue is held

by the trees silence

that passes by

the window

Relieving ashes

with white roses

breath of life.

towards peace

into memory

All is one, one breath. The magnitude of what defies time and place; A relationship unscripted, that moves without separation, just as the dark pine leans into the wind, becoming the voices of centuries. To hand yourself over to the promise of exchange; the act of giving and receiving; is to understand a dialogue of equilibrium, balancing in a time before the ‘beginning’ and the ‘end’.