I was strolling barefoot through the garden Thinking about what to write to you this week When I came upon a fallen chaffinch, Under a withered rosebush. Had I not been minding my toes through the grass, I would have not seen it. Such are most men - tall enough not to look down as … Continue reading About a Chaffinch
Next time someone asks you How are you? Answer them I Am. They may not understand. They may ask you again -- How are you? You just answer them I Am. Between well and unwell, happy and sad Life simply is, You simply are. You were once a speck of the sun. You were forged … Continue reading You Are (Isn’t That Great?)
Sometimes I wish I were a tree, To spread my deep roots underground, To know the land, to taste the soil, To grow tall and strong, to stand my ground Against storms, earthquakes, and landslides, And with my stateliness to keep at bay The crows and the woodcutter's ax. Yes, I wish I were a … Continue reading You, Me, and a Tree
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