Description
“Passages”
They appear quietly, on an ordinary day —
which does not yet know it is a miracle.
They appear like gaps between breaths,
like doors invisible until you slow down.
These are passages leading inward,
to where the noise of the world falls silent
and the truth about ourselves begins.
Whether it is a storm tearing the sky apart,
or a hurricane of thoughts without direction,
or finally — silence, soft and full,
spreading like a milky river of calm.
The passages are always there.
They wait.
They are the key to presence,
to an awareness that needs no words.
And the little boats — drifting through our days —
are only signs, symbols of a journey
we travel again and again,
flowing through our own interior
toward that within us which has no shore.
