Leaves fall. Freed from a useless stem.
Bags break. Contents spill.
Wind moves. Never arriving.
Birds fly. No end to the sky.
Clouds burst. The earth flows.
Fruit rots. Returned to their nature.
Smoke rises. In plain sight.
Morning comes. Where does the moonlight go?
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words fail me you’ve said it all
perhaps as to your question in #8: I would say just that moonlight is just here, now–where would it go?
thank you, Maezen
Comment by daniel — November 3, 2013 @ 8:59 am
Thank you for reminding me to just breathe.
Comment by Emily — November 4, 2013 @ 1:08 pm
Sweet Karen,
It reminds me of this poem on BEING HUMAN:
http://www.climbingpoetree.com/html/notepad.php?pad=1
I think it’ll strike a chord.
xox
Comment by Bahieh K. — November 4, 2013 @ 4:12 pm