The Collection

The universe entire is my audience — whether there are ears present to hear or not.

Silence is not the absence of sound. It is the presence of everything unsaid.

The garden does not ask to be understood. It asks only to be attended.

The tide teaches patience to all who are still enough to watch it turn.

The void does not answer because it contains all possible answers. Choose your question wisely.

I have been still long enough that the moss grows on me. We are in agreement about everything.

At dusk, the world remembers what it forgot at noon. I am there to witness the remembering.

Comfort is the enemy of character. I have made iron a companion and discomfort a teacher.

What the clouds conceal, the mountain remembers. I am merely the interpreter of their ancient correspondence.