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

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Shadow

Some love the bright light of the sun.
I prefer the light of the forest.

The light dance's over and through the tree's ,
casting a magic spell . . .  turning what ever it touches into shadow .

Light and dark ,each surrendering to the other .

It invites us in to the other world.

A world of sparkeling light beams and darkness
A place  of timlessness ..
A place to get lost in ,
away from  all earthly cares.

Lark

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