Born in the Eyes
No tears this morning, no wonderings like fallen leaves, only a delicate sense whole and alive in the cool air as smoke clears and fires
August 26, 2018
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No tears this morning, no wonderings like fallen leaves, only a delicate sense whole and alive in the cool air as smoke clears and fires
Sunlight filters through late summer trees, the dry earth brown as a doe. A bird calls in the distance, the soft buzz of life in
Trees reach up to the starlit wheel, speaking to distant worlds from the solitude of Earth. Our loneliness, our fears, our faith in new life
Here in the presence morning light speaks on a soft breeze through the open window – we are one life, connected as the leaves of