Home, my peculiar log on log, young and old fable, how many times have you roused and stirred, stretched and strained into your ephemeral sigh? Oft your visit stirs me too. The timber wood tickles my touch, my yearn, my finger pacing your rugged skin, stopping at your exposed collar to map your hurt, where branches slipped at the cut of the saw. Your home razed to build mine.<\/p>\n
Tree and then timber, like pig and then pork. I utter shame in desparate recognition of our deficiency. Our survival depends on shelter. I am obliged to recite gratitude. And will love to match your loss as I house in your walls, evermore a guest in debt.<\/p>\n
Half-smile loosens my knot. The stream carries water in its own purpose. I tilt my heart to nod to stream and tree , and in a moment recognize the great surge that houses all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Home, my peculiar log on log, young and old fable, how many times have you roused and stirred, stretched and strained into your ephemeral sigh? Oft your visit stirs me too. The timber wood tickles my touch, my yearn, my finger pacing your rugged skin, stopping at your exposed collar to map your hurt, where branches slipped at the cut of the saw. Your home razed to build mine. Tree and then timber, like pig and then pork. I utter shame in desparate recognition of our deficiency. Our survival depends on shelter. I am obliged to recite gratitude. And will love to match your loss as I house in your … Home<\/span> weiterlesen