the mist of my voice lays gently on the cold window the sun is yet to shine as i leave my comfort behind still warm and fetal beneath duck down doona's
i tell the house goodbye and that i will return, anon. and step forth into the frozen dew sparkling on the winter faded lawn
once in the car, I sigh with deep breath this is something that needs be done but my heart falters at leaving the nest
for it is away i must go, to find some rest it is to leave in order to stay, to be my my best each year i take this small season of me each year i go... go be alone in order to hone my mind and shed dark blue barnacles so upon my return my boat runs smooth through river and wave, calm and typhoon
i retreat from this world and this world from me i go find a place full of water and tree and there i sit and sleep and walk, very little do I talk, i do not perform orΒ Β teach, i do not quest or overreach
i am but pebble in a river, the water, washes and reforms me i am but budding leaf, on tree the sun energises me