With Wood in Night and Day

I stand with thick green velvet moss

In dampened lakeside wood

A dance of clean clear water-pearls

Patter from one leaf to another before diving

Deep into the greater body of life that is my muse



Quietly

With shallow breath

I hear the sound of seep and faintest flow

Towards the patient pause of heron

Still

In wait for rippled fish that basks and bathes below.



I am with wood

With gentle force

Long tempered night and day.

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My muse inspires me to share the experiences I feel. Whether person or place. My muse is more than idea. It is feeling too. A rich and powerful experience of becoming, and being.