Perhaps to love is to learnto 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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