I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
9 comments:
Bizarre!
Oh. My. Now I'm rethinking that Mike Rowe Dirty Jobs episode with the ostriches over in my head....
LOVE that picture! I have one just like it that cracks me up, and your odd fact made me smile, thanks!
Voyeurism I guess is not just for humans!
Oh I love them. I believe that all sexual acts are performative. I want to be an ostriche.
Joy it is nice to know that if you stay to watch the ostriches, they won't mind at all. Very funny fact indeed.
Sounds like a kinky queen I once knew!
Who knew I was a decendent of an ostrich!
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