LIFE IS SPEAKING TOO LATE
Looking Out Into the World
I see you, but I say nothing
What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak. It was born in the moment when we accumulated silent things within us.
What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak. It was born in the moment when we accumulated silent things within us.
Stories, poetry, and commentary from Tennessee