
to walk through this world.
To learn to be silent
like the oak and the linden of the fable.
To learn to see.
Your glance scattered seeds.
It planted a tree.
I talk
because you shake its leaves.
~Octavio Paz~
Coda of the poem "Letter of Testimony" from A Tree Within.
Hello from fellow Sydneysider. Just stumbled upon your blog and must say I enjoyed the randomness of it all.
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