Category: Listening to Trees
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Revelation
I was talking to this tree.Yes, that is correct.No, I am not.Well, in tranquil vibrations.See, you just know.Mostly, please relax some.After all, we’re here.Sunlight, frost, air, soil.You, I, Us, Everything.Enjoy a peaceful moment. Revelling in Moonwash at Eugi’s Musings
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Survival
Spring edgingbudding-buds, peeping hyacinthbreezes speaking languages having, momentarily, no word for damage. To the survivors at Eugi’s Causerie
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Tunnel Visions
This was no ordinary tunnel. There were warning signs of course as you approached, rather indicators giving pause. “Biggest best tunnel ever.” “You can’t resist.” “Only right-minded people here.” “Better than the good old-fashioned days.” But nothing could quite prepare anyone to go around, skip on past, to do anything but drive towards the next…
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Nature
Something unseenhidden withinfractal patternsspiral outevoking eternallife rhythms. Salute for Eugi’s Weekly Word Prompt
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Trusting the Mystery
Hunt around the clockto feed our nestlingthey’re screeching when hungrywe’re silent while stalkingthe cycles of lifeare changing ever repeatinglearning about the worldis a dangerous business.To transform, to thriveto trust the mystery.
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Sometimes The Ephemeral Nature Of Things Such That They Are
The gazebo is a place of solitude, I know,a screened place where one’s thoughts grow,and rhododendron with showy flowers stand highupon the surrounding ground pointed to the sky. The gazebo is a tranquil place I love,anointed by the power of nature and peace above.It is a place where, surely, others yearnand welcomes still those who…
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Soft Abstract Patterns
Yone Noguchi, the first Japanese-born writer to publish poetry in English, was born in 1875 in Tsushima. While studying at Keio Gijuku, Noguchi decided to travel to the United States. After arriving in San Francisco in 1893, Noguchi worked as a journalist and as a domestic servant before deciding to pursue poetry. A few years…
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Time Frieze
A warm breeze brushes across this terrace giving a cooling effect on my not quite tan slightly sunburnt skin; I remember standing just over there under the balcony frieze on a different day while a mocking sun meanly reflected on me. Today, treetops sway thanking the gentle winds, potted ferns agree in kind – many…
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Speaking of Trees
“Some of my best friends and most trusted advisors are trees.” I startled slightly. I hadn’t seen another human in an hour or so, I prefer hiking when and where very few people are out. “Overgrowth a mile up, but it clears about 20 yards through…watch for poisen oak” amounts to an extensive conversation on…
Artie & Stu 