What can I say that I
have not said before?
So I'll say it again.
The leaf has a song in
it.
Stone is the face of
patience.
Inside the river there
is an unfinished story
and you are somewhere
in it
and it will never end
until all ends.
Take your busy heart
to the art museum and the
chamber of commerce
but take it also to
the forest.
The song you heard
singing in the leaf when you
were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived,
so far, seventy-four,
and the leaf is
singing still.
via art propelled
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