I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle.
Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.
Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.
After days of labor,
mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move.
– Wendell Berry
-Eyes wide open, Chinwe
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This is beautiful and so true! Thanks for the lovely poem by Wendell Berry to go with your beautiful photos❤️
Thanks for the lovely comment.
Something about the words in this poem and the stillness of the trees in the photos… brings calm to my worry-filled mind.
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Big love. x
Ditto.
Ditto.