… Landscape has a soul and a presence, and
landscape – living in the mode of silence – is
always wrapped in seamless prayer …
… 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 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 …
I hear my song at last, and I sing it.
As we sing, the day turns, the trees move … – John O’Donahue – (various)
PiYo Monday 8:00 am
Take Care,
William
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