"What we cannot speak about
we must pass over in silence."
~ Ludwig Wittgenstein
Into the bucolic cove, I recognize my soul.
Diving connection,
submerging
defying definition.
Rising.
My heart floats there,
mist, fog, the world.
Nature hums light
and the clarity of color.
Silence, except for the birds.no words, no one.
Just understanding
and infinite gratitude:
I am and will be.
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