"When I was young,
Love was under the tree up on the field
Resting opposite my grand-ma’s house
Love was under the tree up on the field
Resting opposite my grand-ma’s house
Love was lookingAt ant nests under stones
And brimming in the soup I liked to eat
Love was smiling
From the dog’s face opened wide
By its hanging tongue
From the dog’s face opened wide
By its hanging tongue
I‘d find it bursting
Into butterflies sitting by the dozen
On a lilac in spring
Into butterflies sitting by the dozen
On a lilac in spring
Sometimes I wonder:
When exactly did love become a thing
Some thing between two: a me and a you?"
When exactly did love become a thing
Some thing between two: a me and a you?"
~ Annette Knopp is an Inner-Depth Counselor, Medicine Woman, and Shamanic Practitioner.
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