There in the distance they have cut down a tree and my wall of nature has now been breached. A new porthole opened up into the world of man. Through it I see a house on a hill and grey sky reaching back to the horizon.
"Seek a reality deeper than the changing forms." - Meher Baba
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4 comments:
They leave a big hole when they're felled, trees. It's always surprising how we don't notice their presence until they're gone.
That is so true Paul. I usually look out on a wall of greenery and today I can see through into the distance!
Good to see you. :-)
This writing is amazing. It is so visual and poignant.
Hello Jenny, how wonderful to see you here! Thanks very much for your kind words. Do visit again, it will be great to see you. x
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