Painting by Olga Cuttell
The wind teaches me
Freedom, silence, solitude.
The flute asks questions.
I listen to these lessons
While watching the leaves dancing.
Leaves
20 Wednesday May 2015
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Hortus Closus
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Questions in the wind
everybody can answer
in any language.
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Reblogged this on LibereStrategie and commented:
!!!
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Profound
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The flute and the wind
Eat no food ; they have a voice
And they can teach us.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WONDERFUL VISION OF LEAVES!!!!!!
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