a telephone is not an eara camera is not understanding
feet walking in the forest
seek a straight path
the heart meanders
the heart listens and hears
the heart looks inward
and waits for understanding
a telephone is not an eara camera is not understanding
feet walking in the forest
seek a straight path
the heart meanders
the heart listens and hears
the heart looks inward
and waits for understanding
Reblogged this on Campbells World and commented:
Once you’ve enjoyed this poem. Please be sure to pick up a copy of Joan’s book.
Thanks so much, Patty!