Above the mountains the geese turn into the light again Painting their black silhouettes on an open sky. Sometimes everything has to be inscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that first, bright and indescribable wedge of freedom in […]
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Blue paint on black white feathers and green leaves. Touchingly separate but still connected. Rollingly wrapped in wood grain and bark. Noticing words Inside the Tree Exhibit… and downward diamond’s gazing eyes.
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I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow Of […]
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