This morning, this warm morning here at the cottage, a solitary moth flew by the deck window. I thought,
“I know you, you, flying about, you, as content as I sitting on this deck, on this day, this only day this day can be. We are alone but not lonely.”
Lest I think that a solitary flight is the only way to be, a flock of gulls flew by in the opposite direction. There it was again, the balance of solitude and community, of being close and being independent. Nature says it so silently and simply, beyond words.
“I know you, you, flying about, you, as content as I sitting on this deck, on this day, this only day this day can be. We are alone but not lonely.”
Lest I think that a solitary flight is the only way to be, a flock of gulls flew by in the opposite direction. There it was again, the balance of solitude and community, of being close and being independent. Nature says it so silently and simply, beyond words.