treelife

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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first step

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi

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blue and red

Between… spirit and matter… a blue painted feather. Flying red… paper worlds and words not read 2 birds. “…think of the bird as a teacher.  Approach it with curiosity and patience, as if it were the most important thing right now.  you do not have to worry about getting it to do something.  The bird […]

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Between

Running up a hill… Right foot’s grounded touch holds a weighted pause… a black line divides between moments… looking forward, a birds tale reaches back, framed within fabric, paper and numbers. Do you ever feel like you are running up a hill while standing still?  Maybe the standing still part of the upward climb is […]

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