Sep 20
Quiet Astonishment,
A breath held—
not for fear,
but for the miracle
of feeling a leaf unfold
beneath the ribs.
No pain.
Only the hush
of something ancient
remembering how to grow.
M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
A breath held—
not for fear,
but for the miracle
of feeling a leaf unfold
beneath the ribs.
No pain.
Only the hush
of something ancient
remembering how to grow.
M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
The beautiful, haunting verse: "Living Tissue".
A quiet astonishment at the depth of Agnes de Lods' interpretation of her deepest roots. of the spiraling hopes and wishes, of the vulnerability of the spirit and the pain.
A quiet astonishment at the depth of Agnes de Lods' interpretation of her deepest roots. of the spiraling hopes and wishes, of the vulnerability of the spirit and the pain.
