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Friday, January 17, 2014

There is a sacredness that exists—

17/ —between two empty palms, a sanctification in the absence of possession, a holiness in the presence of need—

2 comments:

  1. And there is.
    You've stopped me this morning - and made me think. This is what poetry should be, I think, illumination of the deeper truth - a rupture in the everydayness, making us stop to reflect and then pass on enriched.

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  2. It began as one of those moments of minor self-reflection. I do like the expression you used: "a rupture in the everydayness"— yes. Yes, poetry should do that.

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