I think my past is
Much too vast to contemplate
Digest all at once.
Vignettes suit my taste
Single egg with golden yoke
Rich enough for me.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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OH MY!! This is fabulous–one of those, “gee I wish I’d written that”!
Glad you like it. Your reply gives me a nice boost. 🙂
Happy to hear that!
Absolutely beautiful!
I really like how your works are reflective!
Thank you. I appreciate your comment.