The Internal and External
in the way
of the world
all things connect
never more so
than in nature
where the language
and meaning
are unspoken
but felt
the deepest
beneath the vastness
of the ocean
the endlessness of the sky
the other side of the sea
it travels in a raindrop
that reaches the seed
and finds the sun
it is ever in the wind
that carries time
marking the seasons
the lift and fall
of leaves
the tumble of stones
in the riverbed
the wearing away of all prints
like grass over dirt
like shells in the water
like trees in a storm
that stand
a hundred years
or more
like smoke from a fire
that dresses the wind
but a moment
like stars in the sky
that twinkle
like rain in the morning
the dew on grass
the earth is ever moving
and still
it can be both
moving and still
at the same time
here
or there
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