the tree is more than first a seed,
then a stem, then a living trunk,
and then dead timber.
the tree is a slow,
enduring force
straining
to win the sky...
5.29.2008
it all gets me thinking... and stirs me from the inside out. dreams are coming back. i feel it all growing. like grass cracking open pavement. and this liveliness cannot be understood with words. only by the groanings deep within...
i love reading and talking and listening and growing and writing and changing and painting and rocking and dancing and singing and shouting and crying and sharing and eating and laughing. the world is a small and very sad place without the Love of PEOPLE. what a sweet ride it is...
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