Tuesday, January 11, 2011

ownership

When you see me in the street,
I am just a tiny drop of water flowing to the near by pond,
or a drop of rain flying to reach the earth
when you have a little patience to look deeper,
you can watch the bursting of the sea out of my chest.
My heart is not my mine anymore.
when you sit in the orchard of love,
you no longer cling to idea of ownership.



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