under the trees
frost-trees
another blue day to receive this 'I'
and dissolve it
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woodpecker's drumming fills the whole valley
the way our minds too probe 'what is'
until the universe is riddled with holes
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Walking the Old Ways : nature, the bardic & druidic arts, holism, Zen, the ecological imagination
from BARDO
The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way
Is it a consolation
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Roselle Angwin
That is so beautiful, it makes me think of a big swiss cheese and of course The Moon.
ReplyDeleteIlsabeth
Thank you! Wasn't sure it would mean anything to anyone else...
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