while sitting in sunday's garden
sharing bird songs, zinnias, cat mint
felt a strong pull to be my own guardian
ushering breath's quiet peaceful contentment
sun weaves through blinding white clouds
spring has become a song we memorize
capturing heat as loving-- without romancing-
an extraordinary voice of barely glancing
each leaf and flower worshiping
the truth and freedom
we are now articulating:
to live a life without loving
is the greatest misfortune;
yet, still----self love is
the universal key for harmony
orchestrated by angels--masterly
Kate Lamberg
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| photo by kate lamberg~(c) |
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