Painted Feeling
The Rustle of a Thousand Leaves
I kept myself still in the forest, Listening. The rustle of a thousand leaves, Moving. The wind carried their sounds to me by the happenstance way their branches held them. Everything attached to something else. The lingering smell of bark and grass as if rubbed together. Heady I am inside thinking to become a tree or a leaf kept still in the forest, So still I stayed. When it came time to leave I never really did. For I am wet leaves in a black sea now. Floating amongst the waves. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved - Song Selections - Livets Ånde (lyric video + english translation) - Judah Earl & Hannah Yoo
2025
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The Arborist
The arborist approaches the land of fellowship observing the long length of trees brushing the clouds. The small stems of flowers breaking through the brown aged soil, soft now from the rain. Baby leaves uncurl reaching out to touch tiny sparkles of light. These beams of golden droplets streaming through this vision played with his eyes. The grayness transformed into a brighter blending of colors. Sapphire spaces become filled with notes of laughter, each one resonating a welcome for the arborist. The door has opened, the arborist is home. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
2025
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Painted Feeling
In the garden with my sleeveless dress on hoping it comes off. Sounding rather risqué, but it’s more just to feel the air touching nothing in between myself and the air now. Maybe women take their dresses off for that reason. In the garden, with my sleeveless dress off, in there by myself, regardless if someone sees. I suppose laying down on top of my discarded dress, looking upwards, feeling so natural is why I went there. Undoing, unknowing, painted feeling. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Out In The Country - Three Dog Night
2025
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