Reasoning, lost at first sight

Breath, grasping for a sense of peace

Ears, receptive to any sound vibration

Touch, heavenly reminder of warmth

Mind, overthinking and articulating

Thoughts, not finding their usual pathways

Feelings, screaming softly like windshield wipers

Eyes, lubricated and spongy

Words, trying to penetrate their way out through my glued lips

Destiny, working in mysterious ways

Eclipse, surrendering to a familiar emptiness


Sometimes I find the swimming gems close to the cabin. And sometimes the wind speaks. Returned home with the biggest feather I have found so far. A white swan was the messenger; reminding me of my words and the power they have.