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Fragrant Forest
Wrapped in the deep fragrance of the forest, I listen to the flapping of the birds' wings, to the stirring of the ferns. I'm freed from gravity and float up--just a little--from the ground and drift in the air. Of course I can't stay there forever. It's just a momentary sensation--open my eyes and it's gone. Still, it's an overwhelming experience. Being able to float in the air.” ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka On The Shore
2021
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Drifting Into Free
the other day the clouds burst open. my hair turned into braided raindrops. hair strands sharing cloud water. oval reflective drops of light in a brown forest. an earthly fullness around me. as early morning awakens. white against white. the clouds are smiling. drifting into free. © Susy Kamber All Rights Reserved
2020
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Music
The elders say- difficult to prove- that winged creatures also dream. The birds are lovers of heights, always searching out landing spots, never constant here at the foot of the human race. 'It's that they discovered a magical advantage...' they say, 'the sound of silence.' At the foot of the clouds the raindrops come earlier, it's true, and the silence of the sky is something unattainable for those who don't fly- we have never experimented. The dream of the birds was that man of them headed for a land where they experienced a similar magic to that lived by them. In the final analysis, music is the only human sound similar to that of silence.” ― Ondjaki, The Whistler
2021
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