Breath

profoundly beautiful

hope you and Barry had a lovely Christmas

love JC ~

A lovely piece that sends out a frown, where the silence whispers,
Listen with care to hear the peace, It is yours.
To understand your thoughts somewhere in there, is a pure spring that sends out a love of all things, this is hard to understand.
You took the bare tree, now feel its latent love of growth, waiting for the spring, as a young child reaching out for a touch of life.
There is no need to ask the tree just feel its purpose, it is significant
it knows that it has a life, but sleeps,

Yours as always Ian.T

PS:- I hope this is what you meant??

Hi Anna,

So much expressed in so few words in this post. A pleasure to read as almost always

Whispered silence

The tree is free

Birds are it's fruit

The Rubaiyat, Hafiz, Koan, Haiku and the American naturist school all send little tendrils into this wilderness of longing and solitude. Please place it in to context with some more pithy postings that will help contextualize this because as it stands it reminds me more of a Crouching Tiger hidden pussy type of wisdom which when uttered in social circles sends people scrambling for the toilet.

Jimm

better
than the bare tree knows.

You know this.