My Africa

There is a place in africa where predatore thrive .....

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Nature gives us the total key of basics to ourselves
In animal insect flower air yet we all find it building fires within to destruction - How we battle to equate quintessese in its purity of sustainable existance the self same hands that secures bonds  

 In silence we can hear subtle sounds that are usually drowned out by the cacophony generated by a technological culture. Find a quiet room in the middle of a city, and you begin to hear clocks tick or notice your own sighs as your emotions manifest themselves. 
A city park is as important for the quiet it offers as for its colorful flowers and open fields.
 These voices speak softly, as gently as the rustle of a leaf, and generally they don't repeat themselves.

Oh what a thought to be .... see sounds and hear colors .... in every day atire.

she danced. she sang. she took. she gave. she loved. she created. she dissented. she enlivened. she saw. she grew. she sweated. she changed. she learned. she laughed. she shed her skin. she bled on the pages of her days. she walked through walls. she lived with intention. —(Author Unknown)

Steve Roach - Clay, Wood, Bone, Dirt ( :))

The Sun Never Says

Even

After
All this time
The sun never says to the earth,

"You owe Me."

Look
What happens
With a love like that, It lights the Whole Sky.
Hafiz

THE VOICE YOU HEAR WHEN YOU READ SILENTLY - Thomas Lux

THE VOICE YOU HEAR WHEN YOU READ SILENTLY
is not silent, it is a speaking-
out-loud voice in your head; it is spoken,
a voice is saying it
as you read. It's the writer's words,
of course, in a literary sense
his or her "voice" but the sound
of that voice is the sound of your voice.
Not the sound your friends know
or the sound of a tape played back
but your voice
caught in the dark cathedral
of your skull, your voice heard
by an internal ear informed by internal abstracts
and what you know by feeling,
having felt. It is your voice
saying, for example, the word "barn"
that the writer wrote
but the "barn" you say
is a barn you know or knew. The voice
in your head, speaking as you read,
never says anything neutrally--some people
hated the barn they knew,
some people love the barn they know
so you hear the word loaded
and a sensory constellation
is lit: horse-gnawed stalls,
hayloft, black heat tape wrapping
a water pipe, a slippery
spilled chirr of oats from a split sack,
the bony, filthy haunches of cows...
And "barn" is only a noun--no verb
or subject has entered into the sentence yet!
The voice you hear when you read to yourself
is the clearest voice: you speak it
speaking to you.