Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Haiku: Sense of Darkness

Tasting with closed eyes
Flavors penetrate my tongue
Joy to eat alone.

Listening eyes closed
Seeing music march on scales
Hearing notes anew.

Pinpoints of darkness
Bring to life like grains of salt
Hidden lovely things.