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Writer's pictureGarret Hunt

All I Hear is the Songbird: Musings from my Pine Journal

Some times...


My eyes get lost...

in the lake.


And then my mind... gets lost

in the lake.

& before I know it


The expansiveness of love

engulfs me.


Just like that.


In its glassy ripples


of mirrored mirages


of light


& shapes


& colors.


How does this sensation

reveal my wholeness

so swiftly? So fully?


Such expansiveness

is this.

These reflections -


of water.


Dirt.


And revelation.


And all I hear

is the songbird.


//


-Lake Shoecraft, WA. February 18, 2022.

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