widow’s peak
remembering the history of love
is not the same as living it
so much of it is
setting seed
and letting go
.
.
.
remembering the history of love
is not the same as living it
so much of it is
setting seed
and letting go
.
.
.
July 21st, 2015 at 9:39 am
Boy is that the truth!
I love how crisp the petals are and how you blurred out the rest. Just gorgeous work. You have such a beautiful soul. It comes through in every piece of artwork and in every poem. Stunning.
July 21st, 2015 at 6:51 pm
love is history itself –
it does not translate well in this
instant world –
its much closer to the land,
to farming —
than paper
or plastic.
August 9th, 2015 at 1:37 pm
a koan ~