How big is the dining table? Isn't it just those few dishes you love most? How big is the house? Isn't it just that one bed you truly need? How big is the city? Aren't they just those few streets you walk every day? How big is the world? Isn't it just that one person you ultimately seek?
Children grow up gradually, through falling down and getting back up, again and again.
I bow my head devoutly, holding a funeral for this relationship that perhaps should have remained a stranger. I bury our story completely—for you, for me, for our past... saying goodbye to what was.
I think of you, I hate you. You have disrupted everything, shattered everything, ignited the light of all things. You have made the scent of flowers so murky, the taste of food so bland, life so short and the nights so long.
Perhaps the scent of a flower or a piece of music can make one feel relaxed, but do not mistake avoidance and distance for the path to stillness. True 'stillness' means 'stability.' Only when you are clear and distinct about your thoughts and intentions, knowing them fully, will you be free from worries.