Knock, knock

knocking on wood
his volume belies
his diminutive size


20 thoughts on “Knock, knock”

  1. Your photo reminds me of the cut-paper silhouettes on my grandmother’s wall. She had a Victorian couple in a garden, and an English garden scene rather than the more usual profiles. I loved them, and thought paper-cutting was great fun.

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  2. Leaf and Twig

    It is good because if offers only the witnessing. It sees something beautiful and sees it. And like the soul, passively observes with no thought beyond to control or complicate. It seeks nothing from you but offers wholly its world.

    There is its simple purity. It speaks without words. It does not tell.


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