You rest now. Rest for longer than you are used to resting. Make a stillness around you, a field of peace. Your best work, the best time of your life will grow out of this peace.
Peace, Work, Rest
I think now that maybe true sweetness can only happen in limbo.
Happiness
If there is nothing else there is this: to be inundated, consumed.
Death, Grief
Life and death lived inside each other. That's what occured to me. Death was inside all of us, waiting for warmer nights, a compromised system, a beetle, as in the now dying black timber on the mountains.
Life, Dying, Nature
There is no one to tell this to and yet it seems very important to get this right. The reality and what it is like to escape it. That even now it is sometimes too beautiful to bear.
Truth, Reality, Beauty
Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.
Life, Pain, Grief
It didn't get better, not in my book. I mean if you weren't looking too hard at what just happened or who might be down the road or at some other stuff. Maybe living well is the art of not looking at that, at the other stuff, when you don't have to. Or being okay with it.
Peace
To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.
Sadness, Loneliness, Grief