We are who we are, and we need to recognize that and accept that. As always, thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts.
I am who I have always been
a shiver of soft reeds beside the river
or the cascade of a waterfall.
Gypsy crows rise to a soft dawn
gathering their kind they circle
back for me.
I can scarcely bear the
splendor of the world,
its wonder humbles
the wisp that is me.
Minutiae of eyes and ears
and speechless tongue
stunned by the promise
of a red dawn.
Elegant trees lift
their mighty limbs
host to creatures
large and small.
Their noble crowns filled
with the cornucopia of life.
I want to sail the sea tiny fleck that is me bearer ofno possession fragment of the universe
art by Amy Judd (represented by Hicks Gallery)
Translation by Bernd Hutschenreuther
Ein geflügelter Vogel sein
Ich vermag kaum, den Glanz
der Welt zu enthüllen,
ihre Wunder schmälern
noch meine Winzigkeit.
Details von Augen und Ohren
und Zunge…
View original post 60 more words
Leave a Reply