Live a poetic existence. Take responsibility for the air you breathe and never forget that the highest appreciation is not to just utter words, but to live them compassionately.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

The Birthplace

You are as in a magnolia
amidst a great burst of thunder;
the power to stand still.
No breeze of wind
but your breeze is far greater.

The earth set in motion
by a ravenous sea,
foaming rivers of an eminent flood.
The ocean breathes, shivers and continues.
You are so endlessly submissive,
drawn to a destiny staying aware
of a sea’s grievous.

Edible flowers withstand
the hard crash of arterial water,
gathered in eternal vessels
so that those imprisoned
by October’s arrogance,
may be given your lucid wave.

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