I did not think I would see her fullness tonight. I learned long ago to know her smile even when she wears the veils of clouds. The clouds reminded me of a giant cauldron filled with a magical brew, simmering and swirling. The moon, a most perfect alchemist, watched as the shapeshifters stirred, moved, and danced.
Many whispers, like the clouds, stir within and without me. Some of those voices I have written of as bookmarks. Whispers I know are important but cannot make the connection. Tonight, shivering in winter’s chilled wind, another bookmark cloud swirled within my heart. I breathed its cold breath deeply. Like the moon behind a veil of clouds, I have also learned the answer is there even when unseen. And so, I leave another bookmark here. More breadcrumbs along the path.
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 is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.
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.
It sings, and I hear its song.
After days of labor,
mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move. ~ Wendell Berry “I Go Among Trees”
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