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| Columbine, my favorite native wildflower |
We waste so much energy
trying to cover up who we are
When beneath every attitude
is the want to be loved.
And beneath every anger
is a wound to be healed.
And beneath every sadness
is the fear that there will not be enough time.
Our challenge each day
is not to get dressed to face the world.
But to unglove ourselves
so that the doorknob feels cold
and the car handle feels wet
and the kiss goodbye feels like the lips of another being--
soft and unrepeatable.
Mark Nepo, Poet
from Awakening Rights
3 comments:
If only I could be a poet. And to be able to write so beautifully. Might need to copy this one :) Thank you.
Oh wow!!!!~I LOVE THIS!
I NEEDED to read this, thank you.
Also, I don't think my "replys" are being received, so thank you for your comment on my blog. I appreciate your words... big sigh... I am feeling better. It has been a long road we've traveled this last month and we RAN the whole way. lol XO
Very nice, and I love the photo.
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