she realised that day, canoe cutting silver through the dark water that slid quiet strokes, that she loved that hill. had perhaps always loved the hill, living mystery with steep up down forest slopes held in the curve soft arm of a river where once she had sat, river rocked singing low, her arms encirlcling…
“to be, to exist, means to be so for the community and for the other”* the self emerges butterfly stretching wings hippo from the river termites taking flight after rain, the self emerges from relationship with others and with the dust, rock and tree of the world the human is never alone she is part…
within you within me are the vast plains and sacred mountains, the eternity of stars, the dark flowing waters that carry drifting petals on a reflected sky to the sea. within you within me is every thought and memory ever spoken or sung, or clicked antennae between reaching blades of grass in summer. within you…