"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started... and know the place for the first time." T.S. Eliot I found my heart lying on the pavement in the shape of a leaf this morning. The green of life juxtaposed with the sharp gray of gravel. Laub with no where to go, no home to rest, blown by the wind of wanting. Life so vibrant and fragile, destined to die preserved with beauty in my mind. Would that my heart would blow where I belong.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
...And know the place for the first time
"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started... and know the place for the first time." T.S. Eliot I found my heart lying on the pavement in the shape of a leaf this morning. The green of life juxtaposed with the sharp gray of gravel. Laub with no where to go, no home to rest, blown by the wind of wanting. Life so vibrant and fragile, destined to die preserved with beauty in my mind. Would that my heart would blow where I belong.
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