Times will shift from bad to good.
Humanity always knew they would.
“Things look dark and grim,” they'd say.
Though they'd always turn the other way.
The beauty of darkness shows in the light.
Only knowledge of wrong can demonstrate right.
Impermanence fosters the soul of being.
And sharpens the eyes of the world for seeing.

I love this

The stillness of a cabin just before it's inhabitants, arise to make the coffee and consume the cakes

Like a breakfast mess of scrambled eggs, so I am mixed, and stirred by this, the stillness found within this place

Like a body of water, asleep at last

Or a wooded edge on a logging trail, finally left to be and pass

So I am also alive and well, inside of these hemlock boards

And for but a moments time at peace

In a place where I can forget my more modern sensibilities

And be taken back to a different time and a different place, where the woods still held their persuasive sway

A power over me

How they'd cast a spell upon my mind, most every time, when I was not as tall as these

Outside and near a different cabin, built by the hands of my father for free

But now, as I look out through the window, it's there I see

Out back, by a semi circle cleared of trees

The stillness found in this good morning, in a different cabin, I am at ease

I see the way
My father’s arms
Are wearing out
And breaking down
Underneath this daily weight
And I am afraid
Of my own day
Which is yet to come
But will not stay away

We were two
We used to be one
But when he came
We're all three in the fun
Next thing I knew
You two became one
And I was at the corner
I was the only one