When I am a city, I climb inside the walls
of my own gates, I open my window
I pull the trees inside
I paste the leaves to the walls
I stencil the long morning shadows
down the streets
I point arrows to the open doors
I enter the chamber of stillness
I listen to the hermit who whispers
honour this
this is my inner sanctuary.
brilliant, love your inner sanctuary…
thrilled to discover you blog, outstanding work..
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