Nirvana came suddenly
this morning when my breakfast sizzled
rings of Saturn formed
hands and fingers of my potter’s wheel,
”Clay….it’s all about the clay!” you say.
I hold myself up to the light,
find I am broken inside.
2010
the egg looked lonely this morning
Re: the egg looked lonely this morning
Sad poem.
Re: the egg looked lonely this morning
the translucent fragility gives us away........tight....
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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Re: the egg looked lonely this morning
ah, but the finding!
wonderful piece
wonderful piece
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