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

Monday, February 11, 2013

Just so

Winter's day light fades
into darkness like a prayer.
Sacred light , sacred night.

Spires of conifer
tower on a gentle horizon.

Opalescence silently lingers
in peach apricot and mauve.

Icicle's hang like stelactite's
from this enchanted cottage
that I stare out of ,into
that other world that I too am a part of.

Makes no difference where I am
inside or out ....I belong just exactly here.


Lark

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