Forgotten Language ©
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers
How did it go?
How did it go?
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
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2 comments:
this poem expresses the world of a shamon - the one who hears, feels, and speaks with all-that-is. so beautiful. so sensative. so powerful. so in love.
This poem is very cool!
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