Fallow field fertility

Conversation eventually passes to
A place of hearing
Taking inside
The quiet becomes beholding
Witnessing, of airs intermingling
We go or are taken outside our selves
To a meeting land beyond
Silence stilling our tongues & minds
For a moment or an hour
In this fallow field fertility is a-work

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 27th, 2011 | No Comments »

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