some weave basket out of light
some weave love.
some gather dry woods and build fires in the hills
and then toast corn on the cob and share it with the evening breeze.
some build fire in the hearts and let it spread
until it consumes the entire world.
Look my friend:
from the outside, it seems we do things differently.
from inside
the stillness of a poem can hold the ocean.
we recite every word with the heart full of song,
the ocean pours into the cracks of our lips.
some weave love.
some gather dry woods and build fires in the hills
and then toast corn on the cob and share it with the evening breeze.
some build fire in the hearts and let it spread
until it consumes the entire world.
Look my friend:
from the outside, it seems we do things differently.
from inside
the stillness of a poem can hold the ocean.
we recite every word with the heart full of song,
the ocean pours into the cracks of our lips.
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