graphics by Karyn Huntting Peters
Hello again.
I look upon you this morning and recognize a change. Ahh, sweet garden whose fruits about us hang within such easy grasp! Everywhere, sturdy trees have filled these promises of nourishment and lowered them in gracious offering. Your hands feel the smooth skins of the colored orbs and sense the ebullience within. The hardy trunks are thick and vibrant to your touch. The moss upon the roots undulates on slow moving waves and all the blades lean towards you as you reach down. Up grow tiny mushrooms and stems with unfolding flowers to meet your fingertips in proud display for your attention. Warm mists descend from above while the smell of moist clay fills your nostrils. You rest beneath the boughs and contemplate the tempting fruit.
How simple yesterday seems from within this glade of marvels. How sure was the world just moments before you entered. Perhaps you could have dashed through as a bemused tourist, but you dared to dally and explore, attracted by sweet scents carried on gossamer currents. Your path is yet beneath your feet but its urgent pace has abated. You cannot close your eyes to the gifts around you for then you see them even more clearly. Your lip is bit and mournful is your innocence. Your fear demands a smaller place, but you have been caged too long.
How curious a world that refuses certainty, a loving torture that binds your feet and lets fly your mind. How radiant your desire and expansive the universe you would wander. How pleasant that each moment comes before the next. How softly now the whispers from the glade caress your unfolding beauty. How sure is your sense that you are alive.
2 comments:
Wow. I'd like to get something like this as a letter or email message! Great piece.
oh lordy yet again!
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