The deer walk out
across the meadow,
not one distorted thought
among them and
lit with the brilliance
of instinct
as we
confound ourselves in
every clear moment.
Knowing this is like
fearing God (the reverent
kind King Solomon
enshrined). The deer
teach wisdom simply
by walking out
across the meadow.
Exploring depths previously unsounded in oneself, as best one may.
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Supporting ways of being that are life-giving and sustainable for people, communities and the planet.
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Finding the treasure in life's scars
