It came to me, no, it came out of me when I was sitting on a thick branch above the ground, feet feeling the bark and the wood beneath as they had been for millenia and the tree grew through me spreading leaves and limbs to the sky and connecting to the single thick trunk and thick moist soil spreading beneath, the ants searching, the finches flirting, and the air stirring all as one, all as us, and the far flung root systems anchoring the continents so that everything to be scraped and held was encompassed within my grateful spirit.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
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