Between weight of the air, embracing imaging…
Able to pay of breathing
Sweating on sureness of hope
Just drinking the hot tea instead, as looking at two ears: Lambs & Elephants
I have been learning farming for last three years from the small piece of my back yard.
I could not walk alone, but then only with what the Creator has in mind. I cannot walk too hurry before his seasonal time clock or too much lazily behind.
Small or big farming must walk along the Creator’s calendar of life and living when the Lord says, “It’s time.”
Then I must humbly walk along with him diligently.
I could presume the Heaven should reflect what I have been living as mirror.
Could hear the joy of freely given forms without any moment of hesitation.
The undulating wood slopes down
to the rhythm of mountain streams.
To me this rhythm is revealing You,
the Eternal Word.
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– but man can wonder!
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(Once this very wonder was given a name: “Adam.”
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– First part of Ruah, the Spirit of God hovered above the waters in the Stream, the Poetry of John Paul II, Roman Triptych meditations.