“Waking up this morning,
I smile.
Twenty-four brand new hours are before me.
I vow
to live fully
in each moment
and to look at all beings
with eyes of compassion.”
-Thich Nhat Hanh
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May we treasure each new day, and may your day be beautiful. 💜
Like arid petals
stirred by
Zephyr’s cries,
your words
have kindled
a dying flame…
So let storms
be borne of
Sahara’s hands
while I hide
in your embrace
amidst the rain.
•
Reveries
grounded in clouds
swayed by zephyr’s whims
she is a lily bulb in the dust
redolent of fated blooms-
her longings a master
to the morning sun
in the vineyards
of En Gedi.
•
Swathed
within the confines
of her tendrils
Cocooned
by the veins
of trepidation
the constraint
of knowledge
of an image
of that which
she was meant to be.
Achingly
she fights
sinews stretched
tendons taut
‘tween flesh and bone
Shattered
is her strength
Dissolved
are her fears
and the form
she once knew.
She awakens.
With wings spread, she flies away…
…and does not look back.
•
Like a dove in the cleft of rocks
tranquilly enveloped
suffocated
with a slumber
assuaged by silence
beneath the breath
of crescent glow.
Catch her
Save her
Treasure her
you whom her soul desires
and let her be freed.
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