Why is it that in the rainforest one’s thoughts are delivered in clusters of 17 syllables?
festooning this palm
the then, the now and the next
my fleeting life’s fruit
not yet eight o’clock
and the far ridge is hazing
summer burns the bush
no cell phone signal
a total power blackout
listen! the wind sighs
echoes from emptiness 
Very nice – I can and smell the bush at its best.
Thanks for your comment @shufflewriter – today we are clothed in cloud, and the smell is of damp earth. It has rained for two days – the leeches are over the moon!
Lovely peace reading this and looking at the tree-creature – and my neighbor -liker has a lovely blog too, very much in family with yours
I was just thinking today about your comment to go “somewhere green” Leelah. It happened!
Peace is here, yes. It’s beautiful, a soul-renewal…
Oh! that was a surprise – that kind of green was not consciously in my mind when I said that. I am grateful that I DO share these messages even though I have no idea what they really mean 🙂
It was magnificent
love the last one especially – wind has much to sigh to us, if we but listen
Thank you Ruth – the sounds of the forest are so subtle and almost secretive. Today: dripping, dripping… Jewels sparkling everywhere. Mists in close. A perfect place for a hermit!