i look at Her. I "dressed" her. in a single scrap, a leaf and the sprig of dried miner's lettuce. it's Enough. More than enough. Great satisfaction in this. (Kathy O....another Little Bird)
Hollyhock's second year
in the little A meadow, down by the grapevines....not there last year. Tiny. There are many. I think about how so many plant beings have 5 petaled blooms
think more about "what i say," or would say, in the forest here. to the presence of the Trees, the Earth. How the constant play of that mind tape is meaningless. How Breath, sound, as in toning, is Of this Place. How "words", that are visuals, can have meaning. But the endless ceaseless whir of words means nothing and actually might be uncomfortable to a leaf.
