November Days, We Spent More Time Inside — Image by kenne
. . . It is not the walls,
but what the walls remember—
voices layered like dust,
the scent of bread,
a name almost spoken.
We wander far to return
to what was waiting in silence,
a stillness that is neither beginning
nor end,
but the turning point
where time folds back on itself
and becomes familiar.
“Come in, she said
I’ll give shelter from the storm.”
— kenne
So beautiful, Kenne.
Wow, Kenne!
Your art and accompanying passage are evocative.
Glad to receive your posting today.
Thank you for the time and effort you put into providing an apppreciative audience with Becoming is Superior to Being
It’s a generous thing you are going.
I look forward to it, the thoughts and images revealed.
Thank you for the very nice comment. Your words are most appreciated.