This poem speaks to me of the pulse of life itself within and as the Oneness of all things ……… And the deep and beautiful mystery of it all.
THE WILD PLACE. DANIELLE RAINVILLE 2009
let me take you to the wild place,
where spiders make their homes out of living things
and the earth never lets us go.
let us go to the wild place,
where time is counted on the beats of wings
and the silver hush of moonlight.
let us be silent in the wild place, remembering
the density of our bones and the
burgeoning tide of breath.
i breathe in, you breathe out.
a cricket hesitates