I woke up very early this morning. Read - as I often do - an article about our climate. Our world. I fell a sleep with a big whole in my stomach- again - and dreamt that everybody including me was crying. Crying because we realized that we were too late.
I walked through the trees with closed eyes.. sensed the scent of trees, soil, dew… feeling the greatness of being alive and a part of this beautiful world.
Drowning in light
Green trees and sounds from birds
singing joyful songs
Windfall dancing in treetops
Talking gently
listening with gentle ears
Listen softly
I was there
Drifting into your arms
Again
Drifting into your arms
Again
Opening the night
With an airy dance
Hypnotized by a chance
To be with you
Be you
Oh I stretch my body
To overcome the trouble
Listening to trees
Softly you treat me
Drifting into your arms
Again
I am bark
I am leaves
Drifting into your arms
Again
( Sketch of Drifting into Your Arms Again,
Line Marianne August 2022)
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