Unspoken

As if you wait between my words till they have flown ... your silences are hewn, your caring doesn't wane. Like finding there's no loss of light between old leaves: the unspoken space, the fallow between lives.

Or listening to the earth - the rich dark of the need - you touch the core of worth. Compassion is a seed.

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