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a poem about family. a hug on the inside,
a feeling so free, found upon my first visit to this inland sea. here, one need not always be silent or the most noisy, time is made for everyone – ah, intentionality! gatherings with love and humility, with listening ears for each person’s voice and story. and there on the steps (looking backward and forward all at once) Indigo waved goodbye to yesterday, hello to tomorrow, and entered the rest of her life. dedicated to M.P.D. & M.L.P. there once was a bird who had a nest
in a safe and sturdy pine tree. one day, a storm brought a little egg to the bird's nest - it opened, and emerged: a wriggling, chirping ball of wings and silky feathers. this little bird began to fly, and the bird would go along. as the little bird learned to fly farther, the bird flew farther too; I have risen above thinking your heart
worthy of my thoughts - your outdated image of me can never contain truth because you call stagnation comfort. I have risen above sharing darkness with you; the sun moves with a predictability and tenderness you cannot muster, during day or night. I have risen above accepting your hands as worthy of being called safe; I have learned how it should feel - when hands touch with love. |
