The Green Shawl
Monday, October 22, 2007
Surrender
Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground.
Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.
You've been stony for too many years.
Try something different.
Surrender.
~~
Rumi
(1207-1273)
from
A Necessary Autumn Inside Each
Words of Comfort
There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling rain
& remember it is enough to be taken care of by myself.
~~
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The Green Shawl
I love the words of poets.
I sing the words of poets.
I read the words of poets.
But I am not a poet.
On occasion I may make an attempt, mostly meager.
But no matter the outcome,
I'm not asking for permission.
I'm not asking for validation.
I'm not asking for compliments.
I am not a poet.
I am just a voice.
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