I return to the stillness.
The space which allows for emerging energy.
I see where I collected hope and pain here.
My admissions of vulnerable truth.

These sparks create comfort.
Even in their clumsy attempts.

I have just returned from the mad choral.
Society had ****** me in and asked for all.
I emptied my pockets of knowledge and love
Hoping it would suffice.
Yet, I return empty with failure.

Weary and fearful of those who say they're are helping!
These strange proclamations
are surrounded with unspoken yet known fear.

I return to the stillness.
The sound of soft rain falling on maple.
These reflections offer comfort
as I continue up the mountain.

My journey continues.