An invisible lake lapping
at the unseen mountain's
base. Water washes bedrock.
Stone receives fluid's incessant flowing.
Quiescence
Lake learns from stillness
of granite and schist. Learns what?
Perhaps that erosion always
takes two or more and is never
a loss, but is a shape-shifter.
Nature Is Nurture.
Earth nourishes
those with mouths and tongues
to taste, to chew.
Does lake smell mountain?
Does mountain feel lake?
At the lapping place where water and bedrock
migrate, meet and mingle
is there knowing of the primal
feeding here?
If a person enters this space
where lake and mountain touch,
what happens? Wordlessly,
lapping and lapped, life
happening....Can this be
enough?
Aspens shimmer across this yard.
I am 3 years' old and in love.
Do I affect the trees and these
trembling yellow leaves, much as they
astonish me? Aren't we all
sentient beings really? Alive
here and now before
the world had the burdens
and blessings of words?
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