A voice whispering…

“A voice whispering in the forest… I’ve no words to say, none to tell, and I’m not looking for any. And the not looking is its own perfection. I’ve no fire, no matches, no stove, no fuel.

If the words find me, it doesn’t matter. If they don’t find me, it doesn’t matter. They have their own worlds, and they play on.”

~ by samofthetenthousandthings on October 29, 2012.