taubreebaha (taubreebaha)

Along the estuary, spoonbills sifted mud like monks in meditation Each sweep of their bills found silence, then sustenance Their rhythm made the world feel less chaotic

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Wild oats waved golden along the roadside, fields of movement and whispered sound, and a hawk shadow flickered over their dance.

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The rainforest floor steamed after rain Fungi bloomed like galaxies beneath my feet Even decay can be beautiful

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I’m not here to grow. I’m here to notice.

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