poetry. songs. love. life. dreams. words. wonder. the spaces between these things.
Seems feasible to me. I imagine one would need only to put one's ear to the ground, keep an open nasal cavity, and breathe circularly in order to get a sense of a chicken-tree coming up. Very cool Koan-poem.
i done all that.i'm still waiting for the tree.but then, waiting is the sweetest part......if you don't count the consternation.
I love this, Bruce. A kind I'd want to paint instead than write. But here, it's clear. Sharing a deep insight without excess.