Where the stream rings between the stones,
Where the first ray tenderly drinks the dew,
I stand here \u2013 without shadow and without anxiety,
And with my heart, I hear the ancient height.
The forest breathes \u2013 and every leaf whispers
That all that lives is one upon the earth.
And the voice of the wind calls in the night,
Leading the soul to its own edge.
And I know: I do not walk the path alone,
For in every branch, in every blade of grass,
Lives that light which echoes in the soul
With love \u2013 quiet, like the Earth\u2019s breath.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Where the stream rings between the stones,Where the first ray tenderly drinks the dew,I stand here \u2013 without shadow and without anxiety,And with my heart, I hear the ancient height. The forest breathes \u2013 and every leaf whispersThat all that lives is one upon the earth.And the voice of the wind calls in the night,Leading […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[111,112],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4403","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-chiaroscuro","tag-presence"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n