the dark hedges, northern ireland
Each man is a half-open door
leading to a room for everyone.
The endless ground under us.
The water is shining among the trees.
The lake is a window into the earth.
– from The Half-Finished Heaven, Tomas Tranströmer
2 thoughts on “the dark hedges”
gorgeous poem, friend!
huge love to all the mysterious + glorious space
within us! xoxoo
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