As a child
My parents, just like any other parents,
wanted to teach me the concept of ownership
and gave me a goat. One day, when we were alone,
in the forest, I told the goat that I wanted to be her
friend instead. She did not believe her ears. She started to give me herself unconditionally
in the form of endless supply of milk. Now when I see how the sun pours light,
how the sky rains milk and sometimes fresh snow, how we meet and then
dissolve into poetry…..
like the wind, this love awakens and moves through me.
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