Guest guest Posted November 14, 2004 Report Share Posted November 14, 2004 A poem: Reeling in the garden, A larkspur drifts into my eye, It joins my being and swims inward Merging with the silent, creative, everything. nothing from which it sprang And it is home. I follow it there Beauty finds its way home through me The larkspur disappears. I am nothing. I am. I. Disappear Boyd Sunday, November 14, 2004 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 14, 2004 Report Share Posted November 14, 2004 > > A poem: > > > > Reeling in the garden, > > A larkspur drifts into my eye, > > It joins my being and swims inward > > Merging with the silent, creative, everything. nothing from which it sprang > > And it is home. > > I follow it there > > > > Beauty finds its way home through me > > The larkspur disappears. > > I am nothing. > > I am. > > I. > > Disappear > > > > Boyd > > Sunday, November 14, 2004 > > > > > Thank you for this very beautiful poem! It came to me in the right moment! Rosemarie > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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