Monday, October 13, 2008

sometimes I'm overwhelmed by feelings of insignificance.



but other times the slightest thing seems not at all hesitant, and the trembling of the bamboo is a perfect container for the song that small grey-brown bird sings.

2 comments:

Pauline said...

as long as the small birds keep singing and we keep listening, all is not lost...

shara said...

some days I know all is not lost, that it's just in hiding, waiting to be rediscovered, biding its own sweet and mysterious time.