I Am Not So Different

We Are Nature. We Are Nature Seeing Nature. The Red-winged Blackbird Flies In Us.

Each Life Reverberates In Every Other Life. Whether Or Not We Acknowledge It, We Are Connected, Woven Together In Our Needs And Desires, Rich And Poor, Men And Women Alike.

The Hard Surface Of The Stone Is Impervious To Nothing In The End. The Heat Of The Sun Leaves Evidence Of Daylight. Each Drop Of Rain Changes The Form; Even The Wind And The Air Itself, Invisible To Our Eyes, Etches Its Presence. … All History Is Taken In By Stones.

Before A Secret Is Told, One Can Often Feel The Weight Of It In The Atmosphere.

But Still, The Other Voice, The Intuitive, Returns, Like Grass Forcing Its Way Through Concrete.