birds swim, fish fly
The rain picks up again
with the effortless gravity of eternity
It is now...
it has always been now and will ever be
weightless yet exerting a subtle pressure
that skin can absorb yet not record
It is moving, yet is going nowhere
It has not arrived
it is here, now.... And will not.... cannot leave
A crow is cawing strangely, delicately in the distance
He is listening now
and his rasping voice forgotten,
is silent
The dripping trees next to the cabin
added to the gurgle of the stream nearby
is so enchanting, is as deep as the deepest ocean
Dripping with silence, the trees gentle and still
their green loveliness
overwhelms the eye
like the first draft of strong drink to a drunkard
The dark trunks rise emphatically
holding their precious cargo of life
a simple, yet noble gift to the unthinking animal
that flies from branch to bough
Almost too much beauty to take in, yet there it is
Not insisting, just there
without fanfare or drama
but more telling than any Shakespearean sonnet
2003
with the effortless gravity of eternity
It is now...
it has always been now and will ever be
weightless yet exerting a subtle pressure
that skin can absorb yet not record
It is moving, yet is going nowhere
It has not arrived
it is here, now.... And will not.... cannot leave
A crow is cawing strangely, delicately in the distance
He is listening now
and his rasping voice forgotten,
is silent
The dripping trees next to the cabin
added to the gurgle of the stream nearby
is so enchanting, is as deep as the deepest ocean
Dripping with silence, the trees gentle and still
their green loveliness
overwhelms the eye
like the first draft of strong drink to a drunkard
The dark trunks rise emphatically
holding their precious cargo of life
a simple, yet noble gift to the unthinking animal
that flies from branch to bough
Almost too much beauty to take in, yet there it is
Not insisting, just there
without fanfare or drama
but more telling than any Shakespearean sonnet
2003
posted by feedbax at 12:32 PM
3 Comments:
as always u add 2 the peace in me slowly absorbed in my heart with its subtle pressure...very silent n i just love it
no insistence but existence. i love this. there is a silence in this music (rain spent and clinging to the world.. like the last penny wishes into oceansize puddles-- gravity so profound that a crow is stolen
still) there is such reverence here. and my sigh does not empty the sight "overwhelmed."
lovely. there you have some kudos-- (these are dark
chocolate.)
Excellent.
'Dripping with silence', I love it.So many good bits of it, indeed. It's like a stream of consciousness in reflection. It's calming to even read. I feel like i'm there.
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