witness
"Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and there is nothing that reaches them as inadequately as criticism.Only love can properly grasp them, maintain them, and treat them fairly." - Rainer Maria Rilke
to quietly witness what rises within.
fragmented feelings, thoughts as they are
—to feel, to stay with yourself.
this solitude.
you alone—it is absolute.
questions remain, the path continues.
it may seem like a dim forest.
one may feel hesitant.
but the forest is yourself.
the light that illuminates through
—your own gaze.
and the dim forest reveals its beauty.