by Mike Power
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You sit in the chairwith Silence yielding to youbut you stand up right awaySilence sits back down in it Utter no words — your words vanishinto the darkness you have left behind Toshio Nakae Read more
Go and open the door. Maybe outside there’s a tree, or a wood, a garden, or a magic city. Miroslav Holub Read more
Words & Music 