When there are no words
There already exists an invitation
As old as soul is deep.
Tenderly enveloped
Personally addressed
It is to sit with silence and unburied things
With primal simplicity
Until new fluency arises.
When there are no words
There already exists an invitation
As old as soul is deep.
Tenderly enveloped
Personally addressed
It is to sit with silence and unburied things
With primal simplicity
Until new fluency arises.