THE SWEET DEW OF HONEYSUCKLE

ESCAPES THROUGH THE PASSAGES OF COURTYARDS

SCALES WITH IVY AND TEMPERED WITH ICE.

BEYOND THE YIELDING DANCES OF BLACKBIRDS

THAT PARADE THE ROUNDED WALLS, WE CAN SEE

THE CHURCH BELLS SWING THROUGH THE OPAQUE STAR

OF PALESTINE-ROSE GLASS.

IRON NOTES LIFT LIKE SCENTS DRAWN OUT FROM THE RAIN ABOVE

THE QUIET TOWN AND TRAVELLING CLOUDS.

 

All Is One

 
 
Rebecca Rose Harris, Rebecca Rose Harris Photography, Landscape, Black and white, Analogue photography, Conceptual Photography
 
 
 

All is one, one breath. With the magnitude of what defies time and place. A relationship unscripted, that moves without separation, just as the dark pine leans into the wind, into the voice of centuries. To hand yourself over to the promise of exchange; the act of giving and receiving; a dialogue that became an equilibrium in a time before beginning and end.