When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Nobility in the forest

Was there ever a more noble
 beast than the wolf.

A masterpiece of creation.

Of all the four legged and two legged ones,
they are God's amoung the forest.

Their mere presence demands respect.

I often look out my window and see one or more.
I can't help but stare in awe at their yellow eyes , all knowing .

They exude confidence and peace , each  movement  graceful .

With a wise gaze into the wild . . . they walk, they dream ,they die,
this their home, my home too.


Lark

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