Forest, My Friend
Posted: August 2, 2020 Filed under: Words In Imaginary Motion 4 CommentsThere’s nothing wrong with starting small
But without scale or growth, there can be no sustainability or survival
It’s not hard to imagine that a mountain is made up of small rocks
Which naturally, if not layered above ground, disintegrate to soil beneath feet
It’s not hard to imagine that a forest is made up of small groves
And that a road starts off as a narrow course
Love with a gaze
And that a revelation emerges from the maze
Not hard to imagine, or is it?
Thank you, hope you’re keeping well
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Thanks for your good wishes, Heath. I’m fine. Be well yourself.
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worth to read… ❤️
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Thanks Kristin, much appreciated ❤️
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