The slow overture of rain,
each drop breaking
without breaking into
the next, describes
the unrelenting, syncopated
mind. Not unlike
the hummingbirds
imagining their wings
to be their heart, and swallows
believing the horizon
to be a line they lift
and drop.
—Jorie Graham, from “Mind,” in Hybrids of Plants and of Ghosts.
Notes: Poem via The Vale of Soul-Making. Photo: pan xiaozhen @zhenhappy via Unsplash
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the inexplicable rhythm and beauty of the natural world
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Yes. Such amazing mystery…
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Natural rhytthm of our amazing world … if we can keep it!!
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