What's needed
is water
and dark
moving to a time
as slow as roots
in a well
where silvered fish
swim
in a dream
of knowing
not caught
but foreseen.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
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On the trail Between Art & Nature
As slow as roots... every time I hear this, it sinks in a little deeper, as slow as roots, in a dream of knowing, foreseen. Thank you for this.
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