Branches

You don’t have to
ask the birds to sing.
The golden sun has
speckles in your eyes.
Let go, for even
the sky can not hold
on to it’s colours.
In the center of movement,
in the spaces between things,
Love lays down …
down into the mouths that listen,
and the ears that speak.
Always above you, as below …
on the branches in the sun.

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2 thoughts on “Branches

  1. mihrank says:

    Just beautiful – I am touched!

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