I have been working Striving and reaching and falling Getting up again Almost wrapping my fingers around The bright orange fruit Of the lesson you brought:
"Expectation is the root of all sorrow."
Lovers. It is a strange thing, this Attempt to let affection fall out Of your eyes onto another, A someone Who's hand you will never chain To your own.
But I cannot stay here. So this 'la petit morte' Will repeat itself, In other cities At other times But today
First and foremost, I am practicing your lesson.
We are beautiful. You were beautiful The placid lakewater of your back With shoulderblades like twin dolphins Rising up from stillness
Beautiful With your infite kindness And trust That eventually I would be able to apply these teachings.
~CRH March 2012
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