18 Nov 2015

Strong

She was frail as a petal A dandelion in the wind, Sun scorched and drooping As though a weight Hung from her chin- As though no beam Could ever rise her, And no arms could support That limp and weary frame, A stringless puppet Bowed apart. Others held their places

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26 Oct 2009

In The Midst Of Trials

Where does my contentment lie? In what do I most gather peace? In need of nothing, satisfied From endless craving to find release.

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