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We all are shown the oak in the acorn. If , we wished to imagine time as a tree, we may need to die, as I comprehend the process of mortality now active in me. - but prior to my death. Did we ever finish seeing trees and any rooting thing, really whole? Below the surface of rhyme and song, have we ever finished seeing the forest? Chthonic intertwined mushroom goodness at the root, breathing fruiting branches forming next in seeds, orantic posed, uplifted branches, asking daily bread and dew, offering feed for men and birds, and in my mind, peace is overall a kind of comforting, a kind of knowing recognitive when sparked with mere cast out words to wish with in time, windcast as spore when puff ***** burst, or as fire works, in the current metaphor for knowing exploding in all who get a feeling, wait and see, as if time lapse photography my own grandmother lived to see. Our children learn. And I am not the last to let that gleam seem magic, that gleam I saw that one time, in my grandma's eye.
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Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
The acorn
We all are shown the oak in the acorn. If , we wished to imagine time as a tree, we may need to die, as I comprehend the process of mortality now active in me. - but prior to my death. Did we ever finish seeing trees and any rooting thing, really whole? Below the surface of rhyme and song, have we ever finished seeing the forest? Chthonic intertwined mushroom goodness at the root, breathing fruiting branches forming next in seeds, orantic posed, uplifted branches, asking daily bread and dew, offering feed for men and birds, and in my mind, peace is overall a kind of comforting, a kind of knowing recognitive when sparked with mere cast out words to wish with in time, windcast as spore when puff ***** burst, or as fire works, in the current metaphor for knowing exploding in all who get a feeling, wait and see, as if time lapse photography my own grandmother lived to see. Our children learn. And I am not the last to let that gleam seem magic, that gleam I saw that one time, in my grandma's eye.
During a cool summer day as grandfather to five children, all but me screen free, until sunset and perhaps, first star.
#peace#family#holy#happy#silly#fun#outside
kenpepiton
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kenpepiton
77/M/Pine Valley CA
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
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