I wanted to distill
the essence of the world and
contain it in a bottle so
the sweetness,
that fades upon possession,
would never leave me.
I picked and chose
bits I deemed important and
threw away the rest.
What I didn’t know is that
the rest gives the bit its meaning.
Now,
this knowledge
springs from my being like
a shoot from a plant.
I realize that
forever requires
a gentle embrace.
I like this-lovely :)
ReplyDeleteAyala, thank you for always being so supportive of my work :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely write.... the comparison to the growth of the plant is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteenjoyed the last part of this piece very much.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, inner growth must happen or, we stagnate, wither and die. You expressed it with such gentle eloquence.
ReplyDeletethis is a gorgeous write...and great wisdom in the things we choose to discard and what they really mean...thoroughly enjoyed your one shot!
ReplyDeleteelegant.
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