mystery

the objects seen --



      the chair



                 my cushion



                      (the tree moving in deafening stillness)



-- are also the seeing.



they live



hushed and silent



holding their breath



                      listening

Author: couragetofall

The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn that? They fall, and falling, they’re given wings. --Rumi View all posts by couragetofall