REAMS AND REALS Oh, so layered we are...... If we knew we looked like a tree we might put more effort into the greenly effort of bearing fruit and pouring out oxygen rich perfumes. Even as my mom escaped my scrutiny after she had permanently expired, she is still so alive. As if between late fall and early winter. No evidence of actual growth, but all around signs of stirring and safety. Oh, the underworld is never what we think it is, I suppose.
"If we knew we looked like a tree ..." That seems to be the crux of the dilemma. The constant 'othering'. The trees (maybe the gods too) must really think we're crazy not to recognize something so fundamental. Look in the mirror, or look in the water but beware of falling ... in love with your own image. We know where that has lead.
"If we knew we looked like a tree ..." That seems to be the crux of the dilemma. The constant 'othering'. The trees (maybe the gods too) must really think we're crazy not to recognize something so fundamental. Look in the mirror, or look in the water but beware of falling ... in love with your own image. We know where that has lead.