Well I think about all the other ways I could’ve played
All the other simple moves I could’ve made
All the other cards that I could’ve dealt
All the books I didn’t read upon my shelf
All the other ways I could’ve sung my songs
I’ve realized that none of it wen’t wrong
It was all play
How could it be any other way?
–Trevor Hall.
Losing myself in the vastness
Not even knowing it as that
All there is
So much more than the me
Or the billions of mes
Breeze on my face
Sand kissing my feet
More than kissing
Sound of surfÂ
Unable to escape
But not needing to
I stare out at far shores
And travel within being
–G A Rosenberg
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What a treasure…. That’s one happy man and one very old beautiful tree…!
I’ve been told that the tree is 450 years old.. It was very welcoming
it looks to me that you have been able to escape in the lap of a tree a sculptural tree
A tree that rumour has it is 850 yrs old…. really wonderful
Thank you