Tuesday, January 30, 2018

A mountain anticipates a full moon


knows how to respect; how to celebrate her.  A mountain has ample experience in managing a full moon's luster,  bravado.  But a branch; how does she welcome the moon? How does she learn that the moon is also laser-sharp insightful?  How does a branch manage without snapping?



How does a recipe withstand spontaneous collaboration?
How does a poem willingly invite editing?
How does sadness learn to be?

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