Twigs are twined
Bubbles are beaten
Desired dress dishabille
Grapes wound
Tongues eaten
Thoughts are fish-able
Tangled peck
Redwood word
Settled on another saddle
Songs sung a wreck
Among leave's bird
Moments thoughts and cradle
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All the voices, east of Omaha, the chance to live your life without the gravity of.
Witness to winds and a hummingbird on a branch, finally still. Fluttering for hours, but chose me to sit calmly in front of. Thirty five-mile an hour winds and there it sits calm as a librarian in the sanctuary of her own thoughts. How nature lends us the moments to observe, reflect, and project. A calm before the storm you might say, but the lesson was simplified. On the wind or in the wind. Forever captured in color.
Just as the hummingbird stopped the labyrinth walls climb. Not moving in time, but revealing with all its' might its' power and grace. To dare and climb inside and take a closer look...what I found was unbelievable. Some say it is like a staircase, other's imagine an organized pattern within its' tangled weave. The skin of the branches define as they climb to reach something they can only feed from. To receive life, but to never touch the thing that gives it to you. Still, in a moment, a reoccurring theme, and a limitless thought.
Function, Feeling, Focus, and Found.
