Every piece of the bark of a ponderosa pine fits together… and comes apart. It is a kind of hieroglyphic language — a special one, in which each word is unique and used once only.
I see pattern in that, just on the edge of understanding. If I could read all the bark of all the pines in the world, I’m pretty sure I’d have a map of the universe, or at least a chunk of it.
These are libraries that serve to protect trees from fire. That’s a good use for books.
This was the first language I read.
What I’ve learned so far is that understanding is not the goal.
Categories: Arts, cartography, education, fire, Gaia, Grasslands, History, Nature Photography, Spirit
What a beautiful meditation!
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I don’t get here as often as I used to but am glad I saw this poetic post. Words and images both. 🙂
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I’m glad. I’m off to read the trees for a week. Blessings, Harold
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