Winter gusts cut from
north lands, snow is
silence—vastness within
offers refuge.
Singing until nightfall.
Holding to stillness,
forever invincible.
Not knowing right or
wrong, neither judgment
nor hate.
I simply am. Life is.
To reflect contrarily
is unwise—raging seas
cannot alter the journey
of a gentle stream.
“Ultimately, we must confront a painful point of clarity. The paradox of our existence is that we struggle in a perpetual conflict that finds us seeking to protect ourselves from each other. But in the process, we do not measurably improve the human (or any other) condition. The absurdity of our existence is that we accept these circumstances as an unalterable aspect of life.”