April 23, 2008

  • some small thoughts grow larger

     

    From poetry's possible home,
    to the human wild a dusty path,
    often walked a little way
    becomes steep, rocky and dark. 
    Few complete the journey 
    all forget they tried. 

     

    All I know of word and sound
    is eclipsed by the waving 
    lavendar outside.

    If you are capable of living deeply for one moment of your life, you can learn to do the same in every moment.

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