The birds may sing their presence,
the squirrels may chatter,
and my breath may blow steadily
across this landscape,
but all of these songs
bespeak a profound silence,
a deep collecting of all time
where the songs,
and the breath
cupped gently in the hands of God.
This is not some superstition,
to conceptualize the process
and mechanisms of being,
but a rejection of the mechanism
as nothing more than the characteristics
of these beings as we are able to perceive them,
as in the notes of the song,
the timbre of the words,
and dissipation of the breath
into this landscape.
This is knowledge
that the true nature of the world,
a world which we have conjured
through a process of mind
is more the light
of a rising sun,
for which we wait,
with infinite patience
through the trees.
This is really, really beautiful, Will. Thank you.
Thank you, Corenna. You are very kind.
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hey…thanks a lot!
Great to be sharing creativite and interesting stuff! Blessings! John
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