birds are scattering song
from high branches this morning,
like berries for the faithful
it falls light and unanswerable,
falls trill and pulse and
wing purr melody,
falls sweet like
well-tongued prayers
on the lips of the holy.
it calls us to deer paths and mud paths
and roots among the moss paths,
calls us to the silent ways of fallen leaf –
calls us home on pilgrims feet.
Linking to Earthweal’s open link weekend #142
https://earthweal.com/2022/11/04/earthweal-open-link-weekend-142-2/
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falls light and unanswerable – love this image of birdsong falling like berries…beautiful!
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Thank you so much Rajani.
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Beautiful and meditative piece that falls as the birdsong it describes, lightly, musically and full of the gifts of life.
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Thanks. Beautiful Sunday to you.
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It does all those things and has I believe since the beginnings, when our feathered friends may have had a ‘wing’ in our developmental language.
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I have read some fascinating dating things about birdsong and emerging conciousness – and also stoma of leaves opening to.motning birdsong. Unfortunately I seem have retained the flavour rather than the details. Think I might have to go look for it again.
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Sounds fascinating.
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SO lovely – “falls sweet like well-tongued prayers” and being called home on pilgrims’ feet. Beautiful.
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Thanks Sherry. Hope you are having a wonderful sunday too. Xx
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Such a beautiful poem. It makes me feel like I’m on a nature walk.
~Ornery Owl~
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Thanks so much for visiting.
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