e were not listening to a man, hm, we were listening to a CASTLE! Which we walked inside, our ears as candles, and our hearts became illuminated.
Do so ever love that castle…
Coleman Barks wrote a poem about his son (and I can distinctly remember his voice):
‘He said, Benjamin my son said,
Show me the places you have loved,
so I will know them like you have.
I will have to do that someday,
he said when you are gone.
The small things & places
you have not told anyone of,
show me those.
I want your life
inside my life.’
