the lumpen, trunken trees weave a spell on me a divine bind transforms bulging knots into blooms from heaven the trees I do not look for find me bone bare, bridged in liminal living truth
in symphony, and in surprise thresholds brink. worlds collide. and I
close my eyes breeze a breath in rushing rapture holding harmony with the heavens feels strange uncomfortable beyond anything I've scaled
hold this high with me, will you? this uneasy moment let's sing, keep singing
falling upwards glued and grown over and over, again I will remember this threshold will remember this way home
In everyone's life, there is great need for an anam cara, a soul friend. In this love, you are understood as you are without mask or pretension. The superficial and functional lies and half-truths of social acquaintance fall away, you can be as you really are. Love allows understanding to dawn, and understanding is precious. Where you are understood, you are at home. When you really feel understood, you feel free to release yourself into the trust and shelter of the other person's soul.
Consequently, love is anything but sentimental. In fact, it is the most real and creative form of human presence. Love is the threshold where divine and human presence ebb and flow into each other.
JOHN O'DONOHUE
Excerpt from his book, Anam Cara,
I really like this one, I fucking love trees, and your photos are beautiful! Accidentally cut off 2 lines there on the re-stack. Aargh. thank you for this!