Monday, August 5, 2013


She is desire itself
the force of life
to be
Her end point cannot be found
Her path is endless movement and becoming.

No sooner does she bud
she blossoms
the season ends
and another face appears.

To know her is to live as life and death
The coming and going
The giving and receiving
The winnowing and the shedding
The blossoming 
and the fruit.

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