seeds floating in the wind,
the opalescent sky
slowly gaining grey
way to work ~
the heron perched on a stump
over the mossy pond
silvery dusk
as stars begin to emerge
silence spreads within
~ Whenever I have found myself stuck in the
ways I relate to things, I return to nature. It is my principal teacher, and I
try to open my whole being to what it has to say. ~ Wynn Bullock
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