On uncertainty: “The known is our past. The known is nothing other than the prison of past conditioning.” - Deepak Chopra
ANOTHER EYE POEM
I would open a window
and let bee's trickle in
to be closer to you.
I would hum in the midst
of being stung to smell
what the wind honors
of you.
I would bend to lift
you up just to touch you
now and then.
But I am
where I began,
catching bees in a blue jar.
Friday, June 20, 2008
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