i am wintering
in a cedar-shingled chalet
in the northern highlands
mindful of a waning eventide
as a ribbon of light waxes
on the distant horizon
tethered to the land
by drifts of snow
and icy roads
i am wintering
in the still and silent beauty
of winter
you need not suffer in this season of despairthe answer to your suffering is to become awarethe answer is not seen, nor is it heardit is not known through pictures or wordsit is a potent force not easily understoodit does not boast thus its power is obscuredsurrendering to silence is the answer you seekquiet the mind and suspend your critique take shelter in silence to endure the storm
silence of the mind has the power to transform