To Waiting
You spend so much of your time expecting to become someone else always someone who will be different someone to whom a moment whatever moment it may be at last has come and who has been met and transformed into no longer being you and so has forgotten you ... more
W.S. Merwin
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It Felt Love
How Did the rose Ever open its heart
And give to this world All its Beauty?
It felt the encouragement of light Against its Being,
Otherwise, We all remain
Too
Frightened.
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