Silence
Before me was silence.
A long-unborn me waited for my birth.
Hearing
I was the tree, gazing from the mountain to the sea,
letting the wind sing through my leaves.
I was the heart of the mountain,
bu…
Silence
Before me was silence.
A long-unborn me waited for my birth.
Hearing
I was the tree, gazing from the mountain to the sea,
letting the wind sing through my leaves.
I was the heart of the mountain,
bu…