When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Impermanence

I drink the sweet nectar ~ sublime
Swallowed whole in its consecration of me.

On razors edge I teeter in the vanquishness
of a barely ripend  jewel
that has almost become ritual.

One day will be to only have the memory of it's flavor .
 That is enough for me.

~ Lark ~

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