Saturday, June 12, 2010
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Beats like a drum.
Pulses like blood
hot with love.
Words the way
we moan our awe.
Wisdom the silence
between all things.”
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“Sometimes the shape haunts us
until we've filled it.”
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“The under-
layment of
wisdom is
silence.”
