The Reader
Bits of color on pieces of paper. Lines I've carved deep in hazel tree wood. The sun along the slant of a cloud. A blackbird lifting to join a friend in the air. It's hard for me to believe the Universe doesn't know my language. S/he speaks loud enough for me to follow the breath of her whisper.
Hi Kate, I like how you evolve here - from yourself to Nature, to the Universe and back. A circle of meaning and understanding. PS Who knows why that Bear is so skeptical!
ReplyDeleteI think that words are only one language of many. I like the loud breath of the universes' whisper... Thanks!
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