"But giving life is not so easy. It means kindling the life force where it was not; even if it's only in the whiteness of a washed pocket-handkerchief.
~DH Lawrence, Complete Poems
we are deciding at every busy intersection
to put our blinders on, and let the crash
come from all sides- in a swirl of holy
chance- like lightning
bolts ricochet straight
to heart's tightly held apple core
or at the traffic light, when the red
seems to last forever, we can choose
to break open the six pack of our heart
a crackling foam, the remnants of tidal
waves returning to its origin,
a brush fire of compassion
cradling the baby who knows
the breaking open of the chest nuts,
the dancing delight of one's toes
happens in one heavenly moment,
lasting as long as eternity does show-
an orange lantern burning in the piling snow
Kate Lamberg
light dusting of snow~photo by Kate Lambeg
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