like a bowerbird

the motivation for movement?

my art.

and motivation for my art?

if i think about this a moment i can reply to your reply with a proper reply.

mostly i just love writing. music.

if it is there all the time i don't hear it. if it isn't then i hear it not long after it is.

like gardening - not weeding, but pruning.

like nesting - gathering feathers and twigs and all things blue.

i rest a while in the clearing.

my foot taps contentedly.

if i cannot capture this time, i will remember it.

it is at this point that i think of the bird on the other side of the valley being a bird.

i love where i am.

reminded of a place i am not stuck in, but settled--

during a time of collection, not reflection.

this is much more beautiful for being true.