Monday, July 22, 2013


sometimes, when a bird cries out,
or the wind sweeps through a tree,
or a dog howls in a far off farm,

i hold still and listen a long time.

my soul turns and goes back to the place
where, a thousand forgotten years ago,
the bird and the blowing wind
were like me, and were my brothers.

my soul turns into a tree,
and an animal, and a cloud bank.
then changed and odd it comes home
and asks me questions. what should i reply?

hermann hesse


Valerianna said...

Wow... never heard this one before. Love it.

Kay said...

oh my goodness this quote is amazing steven.....what would you reply?..i would reply our souls go round the universe in many guises, today i am a woman next who knows, but i am so with the closeness of nature how we are connected in some way...i hope i was that tree or that wind i hope i will be that bird, that cloud... i wish i could write like this, thanks for showing it to me..xx