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Within the tall grass
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Butterflies and Cannibalism As I sit here,
the wind stirs the tall grass,
and each blade waves,
beckoning me deeper
into this green cocoon.
The swish of uncounted blades
whispering away my thoughts;
the call of mindless insects
singing that siren song
of peace and abandon;
roots reach up
from never seen spaces
to pull me back
into a time
and place
I've never known,
and in this moment,
I expand and disappear.
Respected Mr Beavis I read this poem yesterday
as well as RWR's comment & it was great
©bishu
;-)
thank you, kind Sir!
this is why you need the goats!
it was so hard to read this poem with the intense, loud ray charles blarring in my ear from the speaker behind me at a busy starbucks....I want to unplug my life for three weeks and forest bathe!
Much Love
Ashley
:-)
Oh WOW!!! That's a major accomplishment! I traded in the dress code for camo, flannel, boots and a mañana attitude ;-) Love the term "forest bathing"!!! I'll have to share that! ;-)
I love the idea...except
I love the idea...except right now I may want to do it somewhere more south...with less snow...
Much Love
Ashley
;-)
snow could be a problem! ;-) don't have much of that here. May go a couple of years with no snow, just ice storms. Still, nights under those bright stars, with the coals glowing, maybe the creak of a light wind in the near dead branches while you look so far into the past...magic ;-). But probably not at your temps!
that's it!
I'm mvoing :p
Much Love
Ashley
;-)
Every climate & culture has its own magic! I'll get you some boots & waders! Bet you already have the flannel shirts! ;-)
yup
and the red nose and wet mitts....
Much Love
Ashley