Bowstring

[interexternal]

Listening is not understanding,
but it is at least halfway there.

Approach a deer and it will stand,
the bushes around it spreading into patchwork sunlight.
Its eyes will fix yours
then, with the bending of its neck,
it will release its limbs into trust.

A meaning is, at its root, sublime.
It is not caught, but received gently.

Comments

[samuraimania]

:O
I remember that poem.
And what a great memory it brings.
xD

[interexternal]

"I want approach right were it is!"
Grumblegrumblegrumble.

Or something along those lines.

[samuraimania]

Yeah
Good times
xD <3

[kangaroocatus]

:D