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

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

rebirth

I am  old as the oldest of the temples.
 I am moving towards rebirth.
.
Coming to the the end of a long  long childhood .

 I Teeter on the edge of this world ,
lightly tethered they say.

When I transform , will I still bring forth, all that I am ?


Lark

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