Hand outstretched – Near empty. But filled enough With seeds and shards To bury and plant. Settling and releasing Old life and new In one breath. Beginnings and endings The same.
Beautiful, beautiful poem that really leads the reader to see what you see in the picture. Both the image and the poem reflect a sense of inner integrity and strength, despite frailty.
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Nancy Lindquist
Frail beauty tracker.
Sometimes I go about pitying myself, and all the time I am being carried on great winds across the sky. (Anonymous, Chippewa Indian)