091

though many came to her
solitary and alone,
there were also those
who came to her through another,
no matter how lowly
—even if only a shadow.

.
.

090

wherever her gaze fell
dreamless nights were found.

.
.

089

assuming it remained
unhoped-for,
nothing was unattainable.

.
.

088

it wasn't that she left traces,
or made signs,
but that all became
offering.

.
.

087

no door was closed to her,
even to the darkest of spaces,
though few had the courage
to join her there.

.
.

086

her ways so gentle
that not even perfect stillness
would reveal them.

.
.

085

there were also those
who withered into the light.

.
.

084

each step
was either from,
or toward,
a more luminous
dark.

.
.

083

even the lost
were never abandoned.

.
.

082

some had to
learn
how to allow.

others merely had to
surrender
to her caress.

.
.