The fox barks in the night.
He feels safe in the darkness.
He circles my house, slowly
Barking his questions at me.
He watches as I sit by the campfire in the yard.
I see his eyes at the edge of the wood lit by the flames, waiting, observing.
Does he have something to tell me? Some great wisdom to impart to my so-called intelligent brain?
I know he holds all the answers but in his innocence
He assumes that I do.
He knows that all there is, is all he is.
It is only the falseness of my thinking that keeps us separate.
I envy him and his essence and ability to be completely in tune with all there is.
But why does he watch me?
What could my presence here possibly give to him?
He needs nothing that I have.
So he continues barking his secrets at me and I continue to
Wait and long for that time when words and barks lose their separate meanings
And I finally understand and feel his secrets too.
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nice poetry
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Thank you very much, i love your photographs! very nice work, I look forward to seeing more. Michelle
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I try to post one blog daily.
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Love this one!
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This is very lovely and very special 😀
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More of your awesome poetry. ❤ it.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Great words! Brings me around the campfire with you. I know what you mean, if you listen long enough you start to understand…
Have a great day!
Mindy of The Walking Herbalist
(Got here through twitter, fyi)
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Thanks for your comment and I agree, I bet I will understand him more the more I listen, perhaps with a different ear…
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Thanks for the fyi as well, always interested where people find me. I look forward to reading more on your site!! Was just signing up on facebook for an herbalist two day workshop here in Maine, looks fascinating!
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