knowing/feeling

I know the world is endless. I know because I feel this endlessness. Yet each time I experience this endlessness, I am bewildered, filled with wonder.

The world is endless and contains infinite number of existence, experiences…

crows enjoying lawns

sparrows carrying bread pieces bigger than themselves

a mother cat and her babies climbing to the tree

the freshness of rain-full oleander flowers within my palm

the light-lightest-blue towards the west sky and the dark clouds towards the east sky

tinkles of dried erguvan (Judas tree) seed pods in the wind

the wind in my hair

the big, biggest gazes of stray dogs

the last poem I wrote on my lips

the wind in my ear, and the rustling of leaves in the wind

how the last tree trunk I caressed walked with me…with me within my palm

and this little bush with her amazing colors and sweet scented tiny flowers

 

Soon the rains will begin… and all the weeds dried during summer will green.

We will have a Spring at the beginning of Autumn. Isn’t that amazing?

 

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