Take me to seamist and silence;
The gulls’ cries; light on the mountain;
This brindled bee; green stone;
This blackface sheep for a pillow;
The sky, my duvet.
Walking the Old Ways : nature, the bardic & druidic arts, holism, Zen, the ecological imagination
from BARDO
The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way
Is it a consolation
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Roselle Angwin
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Oh I love that!
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