When truth strikes a common zone in our own hearts, we name its deepest tone…fear. It is the base note for all other harmonic possibilities. A good poet rings in perfect pitch. That is always a bit “scary” to the nonmusical ear.

Photo: Blood root plant (tender yet resilient) that I found on the forest floor during my socially distanced walk. Present to the universal relational reality…distance is the true illusion.

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