transhumance
bird’s path you follow
call it treading
flying
falling
from one end to another
notes of vernal branches
drift along the breeze
unseen traces unfold
song-clusters in echo
contained in silence
its one body
in one sphere
from one end
to another
azure
it’s the no end
mirrors coming
going
non-abiding
chiming bell of stones
meld with sigh of grass
slowly waking in the prairie
throbbed with morning light
call it treading
flying
falling
from one end to another
notes of vernal branches
drift along the breeze
unseen traces unfold
song-clusters in echo
contained in silence
its one body
in one sphere
from one end
to another
azure
it’s the no end
mirrors coming
going
non-abiding
chiming bell of stones
meld with sigh of grass
slowly waking in the prairie
throbbed with morning light
posted by erring-cloud at 1:54 AM
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It is good to step outside of the temple into the greater.
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