In this stillness (Michael was a member of a group who visited The Archer Mountain Earth Community)There is a breeze Caressing my face Warmed by the sun And Insect sounds Distant crows A dog's bark Then I look up see the trees A butterfly hovers And I find a place Upon a rock And listen deeper I hear my breath Keeping rhythm With my heart And my body Fluid On this solid earth The blue sky Green leaves Olive Flesh Calling to be Free Exultant On this warm Sunny Day. Michael Tansky 24/6/17 |
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