“Love is everything….A platitude is precisely what is left of a truth after it has been drained of all emotion. To resaturate that dried husk with feeling is to see it again for what it is: the loveliest and most deeply rooted of all truths, hidden in plain sight….our senses…are liable at any time to astonish us with news of the sheer wonder of the world.” ~ Michael Pollan
My grandson is climbing a tree!
An ornamental bush, really, highly pruned
to the coincidentally exact
specifications of a small climber.
His foot fits into the ledge
of a cut and then upward onto a perch.
Reaching high to grasp limbs on both sides
he is delighted by a shower of drops
from the recent rain. He jiggles again
and listens and feels the waterfall
joy radiating. Such a passionate being
seized by the desire to vibrate.
I remind him…
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