It is all a language
4th January, 2009
Something is wrong out there and I don’t think it will be fixed until I plant out the cleared area.
Since returning from India, I give a flower. And the water is needed.
From where I now sit, I see the flame of jyoti, the smoke of incense and the resting flower. It is placed on a smooth, flat stone.
It is all a language, for me and for the tree. I will leave it to the tree now, to begin to listen again, when she wants to.