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

Friday, October 14, 2016

when i put my ear to the earth i heard a distant bird


listening harder

and listening harder, again


  1. Magical forest brought to life in your hands. I hear the call of the nightbird... xo

  2. I once read that seeds, buried deep in the earth, sprout in response to the thrumming of insects as spring approaches... oh to be able to put one's ear to the earth and hear that sound


"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))