The Bible mentions a burning bush amidst its languorous story hour. Being a book, The Bible prefigures time and space just as do you in your varied blurring. The biblical Burning Bush had an angel inside and the god deity also, or something like that, however you want to picture that. And this phenomenon spurred something in the eyes of Moses tending Jethro's flocks. Just read how words can reside where they are. This story relates somehow to euonymous alatus arriving from Asia, just another wandering, decorative, invasive hobo. The plant's flower barely makes impression, don't worry about that. As a shrub it remains dispirited in its plodding enchantment. Being thus a sensation, it opens your eyes. In Fall, when your eyelids have fully risen, the burning bush foliage reveals the scarlet of its secret. Well, messages appear everywhere concerning time and death and other vague associations. The Bible has been trouble enough with its handles but bolts of red in your Autumn eye must mean something. A morning fog burns off in the growing day. You have flown this far: keep flying.
It begins with a scanning of light, a settlement of words. The lightly fracture of Bird sound begins in the office of seeing. Not sentiment but sense, as cool as Green in the Early days. Pasture resists nonpasture, no one Refers to none. All remains including nothing. Morning Is belief and there simply there. Tides go freshly to the point.
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