Death called her name

The Calling from the Forest, even louder

Sticks lying there, quietly on the ground.

No eyes. No mouths. No visible hearts. Yet speaking to her.

 

With her tender hands she brings them to her place

Giving them  faces

Giving them words.

And they speak. The words of wisdom. The words of enlightment.

 

Her friends. Close to her heart.

Returning her gift.

Giving her life. Bringing her joy.

Tell me; who would not cry, letting go of such friends?

 

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”The forest is my University and the sticks are uniquely inspiring teachers”
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”My professional stick picking is my revolution against the law of Jante”

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