Friday, September 13, 2013

your hermitage


When your sky crumbles on your head
 and the ground beneath you
Cracks open and can no longer
Support you -
When your house burns down
And the locust wipes out your crops -
When almost everything around you
Seems to be falling into small shreds
And there is nothing to hold -
Let the voice in the center of your
Being be your song. 

and your heart be your hermitage

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