Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Looking for Stillness
I stand against the wall, eyes half closed, looking for the still point of destruction.
— Paul L. Martin
This beautiful letter from a friend, who did not know he was writing a letter to a friend, has me thinking once again about pebbles, ponds, and silence, and how each is infinite, in that it depends on the other.