Sunday, 13 May 2012

and what it all boils down to is this..

and what it all boils down to is this..i marvel. i offer my heart in cupped hands to life and say "eat" and know it wont flinch when in return i show my teeth. i marvel at the world interpreted through our senses. and more, at the fact that music can be read. red like a heart dissected, but impossible to break into chapters. i marvelled when he said that "the sky was moving in two directions", but the rock stood firm beneath his feet. marvelled at everything your name means; at why i believe in things i cannot touch. we are each of us seeds, thinking ourselves trees. do not promise that which you cannot live through. offer thanks to all the sources from which you grow. stretch and grow into yourself and out of your skin.

3 comments:

v said...

your little hour at the coffee shop sounds wonderful!

what a beautiful bouquet of treasures that you found while walking in the woods. beautiful combinations, and those feathers looks sooo beautiful....
i am so happy you shared it with me, would love to follow your growing treasure collection : )

want to ask you something, would be nice if you could send me an e-mail on duftenaverteblomster@yahoo.com

your comments always makes me so happy, thank you my dear....

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especially love these lines: "offer thanks to all the sources from which you grow. stretch and grow into yourself and out of your skin".

Crafty Green Poet said...

this is lovely, specially the description of music and the bit about being seeds thinking ourselves trees

Lilli said...

Every time I have tried to read this, I am interrupted by someone. Now, finally, I got the chance and I immediately knew... that it is a prayer. It flows and flows and flows, like a circle of wisdom.
Did I say thank you?
Lilli x