This one is trees and indefinite weight is a gorgeous ornament. And trees wear JIT with utmost elegance. Trees have ancient souls, and there's a masters when it comes to waiting, laden with the unleaves of fossilized prayer offering flowerlessness of silence. Trees are keepers of the stars, with their barks tattooed with swirling galaxies that are resting peacefully, waiting for another Big bang. Trees in waiting hold pickled sunlight to feed holy mouths of seeking pilgrims
Adenike Nana Esie
@nourishyou · 0:57
Hi Hinda. I was looking forward to what your next offering might be. Wondering where the meditation would take us. And I love that idea of treason. And as you were talking, I was reminded that I do, I have I have a few poems about trees and the kind of peacefulness and reverence that they kind of represent for me. Anyway, and I will try and dig them out and share them, see if I can post them tonight