not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

the crow and the mountains, the crow and the valley


all over the mountains and the valley
the crow flew
without once thinking, 
"where am i?"

8 comments:

  1. oh, erin!
    i am defeated,
    cracked open,
    spilled across
    the surface.
    and thus i am
    made one
    with mountain,
    valley and crow.
    this is wonderful!

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  2. crows figure largely in the mythology of the bridge that conencts my body to everything else. i say hi to all of them.

    they experience. steven

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  3. You're a painter, that's what I love. Xo

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  4. this world, yes, this world

    brimful of being, no room to twist toward oneself and ask the question ...

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  5. scary picture. stephen king scary. but even scary is alive. :-)

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  6. reminds me of a song...here: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hgFJH0Auak>This one.</a>

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  7. andreas, thank you))) it's funny how these things happen. they happen through us. i was only there to see.

    steven, i love crows and ravens and birds of all kinds. yes, they connect us! and they show us, as well, what is beyond us or how we are beyond what we, on first glance, think we may be.

    yesterday my son and i stopped in a parking lot and a raven came toward us through the wind. ten feet off the ground and ten feet in front of us. we waited with our breath held as though a deer came to eat from our hands. it dipped its tail feathers and suspended for a moment, before it allowed itself to descend and find the ground. ten feet in front of us! it was everything!

    thanks, aimee))

    james, in these moments of grace and acceptance. love!)))

    marion, you make me laugh. scary and timeless. it's funny how time both scares us and calms us, isn't it?

    peter, i am off to listen.

    xo
    erin

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  8. love love.
    i could walk into this place.

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"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))