If I remember you
it’s only in the morning,
recalling root and water
before the rush,
paused like a web of lace curtain
lifted in the cool air,
open to the blue beyond.
If I remember you
it’s only in the morning,
recalling root and water
before the rush,
paused like a web of lace curtain
lifted in the cool air,
open to the blue beyond.
Sweet and tender, my friend….”good on ya, mate!”
This is very fine. (Shades of Rumi.) Thanks Don.
…sorrow is arroused in my heart. i have healed from many injuries since 2006, but my closed brain injury, severely limiting my memory capacity, remains. i am especially grateful for remembrance….of people and beautiful places i have loved…for Love itself…thankfully, walking the Buddha Way of loving kindess and compassion requires little…
Don, This one is moving beyond words, thank you.
As beautiful as a favorite painting ~ ~ ~
This sings right up from the page–tender