He is not afraid of me
\nI go about my tasks in the garden,
\nas if he were not there.
\nI look and we exchange glances,
\nbut only for a moment.
\nWe see each other
\nand that is enough.
\nI feel emanations between us,
\nshared breaths,
\nas if we were comrades,
\nfriends.
\nAs if the corolla of our spirits
\nwere entwined, touching.<\/p>\n
I am a sentimentalist.
\nThe tribe I belong to
\nincludes rabbits, grass, trees.
\nJackie already hugs the trees.
\nIt is a privilege to have life,
\nown life,
\nshare life,
\nbe life.
\nIt is a chorus of singing,
\nan enveloping of the earth,
\nthe stones,
\nthe water.<\/p>\n
Life plunges into everything,
\nand everything answers,
\nembraces,
\nspeaks.
\nSo the rabbit has his place,
\nchewing and listening quietly
\nto my thoughts.
\nHe hears them,
\nand feels my care for him.
\nHe is important,
\na brother,
\na life,
\na loved one.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He is not afraid of me I go about my tasks in the garden, as if he were not there. I look and we exchange…<\/p>\n