The Cows

The shallow wind took me there, the cows stand in the cool night air, the church on the hill white against the aproaching storm, dogma stands withering entombed by corruption . the willows moan , between her parted lips, the grey hare silently waits, his gaze everywhere, his thoughts inhabiting the landscape, he waits for me to act, , the long grass embraces me, her eyes burn like sapphires in the darkness, milk runs down her swollen belly, the cows caress her with their mind, their horns cupping the sky, white with promise like foam from a stormy sea, like the salt of alchemy.

The Cows

Tony  Bennett

MELBOURNE,, Australia

Artist's Description

Mind is place, we inhabit, what we create with our collective mind.

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