Guest guest Posted March 25, 2000 Report Share Posted March 25, 2000 create your own landscape. . . somewhere, here below, we grew despite frost despite hail, fire, insect despite it all all here below something urged us: break through, urged heavenward-- what urged? in this garden sorrows grew, and fear and we did not remember why we were so beautiful at all. . . . became for a time the ladder: stalk, leaf, tendril, bloom, a defense against the weather and not our selves at all. but beyond spring, and also within, here those daffodils collapse quietly, no longer of use no longer part of the illusion-- and the spirit of the bloom is as it was is as is LOVE regardless of season, out of time LOVE with no color, no name and no shape. we can imagine but cannot see the ground from here-- and the blooms thought formed, the what -we- imagined -ourselves- to- be-- we now only paint for our amusement. because fearless, we can. i love you! gen http://community.webtv.net/bshanti/ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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