I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.
I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.
But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.
Excerpts from Song Of The Flower By: Khalil Gibran
::reading:: Four Seasons Japanese Haiku
::listening:: I Want Burning by Coleman Barks
::enjoying:: Wet felting river stones
