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Writer's pictureDavid Farmer

Joy in a blade of grass - Spiritual poem

Updated: Jul 21

Sometimes words come

Sometimes they do not

I've ceased caring either way

When they come I write them down

When they do not

I sit in my own radiance


I find words clumsy

Born of mind

Rough and crude

A primitive communication

Destined to die out

In years to come


Instead, just be sensitive

Make solitude your friend

Quietude your lover

Then you may discover

The joy in a blade of grass

And the depth of the unspoken


~~~~~

(Spiritual poem)


Dewdrops on blades of grass


 




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