Walden

The pines sway back and forth.The post of the swing shades my eyes perfectly,so that the rest of me can bask in warmth. I, myself, swing back and forth,weightless, that sea of thought recedes,eyes shut, staying silent as Hollowell. The wind, through leaves, speak of everything,an omniscient teacher, mentor only to thosewho listen, to thoseContinue reading “Walden”

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