throw the mountains down on these depths
cover me in dross and tangles, slice through the channels
but
i
will
thrive…
this whispering stream of life deeper still,
moss-covered resilience humming…
something ancient, always new.
nothing can kill, mute, destroy
the singing song of soul within
you,
me,
all.


Brown moth on white rock,
Still, silent, under the sun,
The moment, her song.
Does her song echo the river song?
but of course… you, me, all…
I really like this. It definitely has the feel of a song, but the words have power. Perhaps more of an incantation or a charm against all harm. Very nice. 🙂
an incantation it is… :0) i like to speak this one out loud, my declaration in the face of some of life’s more daunting challenges. lovely to hear from you…
ruth–
this is stunning…alive, vibrant and crying out…
defiant, fierce, life-affirming.
blessings
jane
ah ha…you heard the defiance. 🙂 it’s definitely in there. thanks for seeing and hearing…
“something ancient, always new” really grabs me. The photo! WOW!
🙂 being there = even more Wow!