the big cloudless blue
deep time in the understory
Hello. This post is about Death & Birds.
At dusk we watched as the rain moved through the valley as a singular, animate force. The sweep of her pale grey skirt kissing each tree individually, before finding the ground so that she might merge with them. This endless, loving loop of life, of transformation and becoming, is poetry and dance united. It is the simplest of great complexities and confirms to me my suspicion that the universe likes to wink at itself through the medium of paradox.