Sunday, 29 November 2009


Reflective droplets of water dangle from the twisted branches. Light filled and liquid, they endure. The distant tree is roost to eight plump woodpigeons, feather fluffed against the cold. A robin lands and a water bauble falls, a solitary raindrop falling to earth.

"Everything moves, only the mirror remains. That mirror is you." - Osho

1 comment:

Barbara Scully said...

"a water bauble" - love that!

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