I have read teachers who reverberate teachers who reverberate teachers, I have listened to songs, In the tradition of songs in the tradition of older songs, I watch/follow thought/philosophers who talk in spirals within spirals,
I go out in the field in the morning, to talk to the awakened birds in the breeze, announcing the turning of the earth before the glow In the breeze, hardly breaking the silence barely spoken chit chit chit chatter chirp trill flitting about today and now in the volunteer trees this is our reality the rest is hear say.
