Tuesday, May 25, 2010

The line

Beauty surrounds me every day and
I cannot see it.
a rose spreads her fragrance
and I cannot smell it.
birds sing into my ears
and I cannot hear the song
trees hold hands and dance in unison
and I cannot feel this sacredness

Radiant one
Do I need to tell you this?:
The line connecting you and I
has been temporarily broken.

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