Like leaves we touched, he sang
But I could not understand
Until I had not been touched
For all those many years
But I could not understand
Until I had not been touched
For all those many years
I am the tree
Not just the leaf
I manifest
Not of the tree
Not separate from it
But the tree, itself
Like the branches
And the twigs
And the bark and roots
And all the world of tree
Which connects and creates us
As leaves we touch
Thinking we are separate
But we are all one
With all that is
Lingering Cottonwood Leaves
Porteau Cove
Howe Sound
Sea to Sky Highway
British Columbia, Canada, 2016
Porteau Cove
Howe Sound
Sea to Sky Highway
British Columbia, Canada, 2016
Inspired by one of the most beautiful songs I know, Turn of the Century, by Yes.
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