Friday, July 15, 2011

In Remembering



















I keep forgetting


the natural order of things...


the ebb and flow of the tide
the in and out of the breath
the waxing and waning of the moon


In remembering, my shoulders drop.

2 comments:

  1. Words toward the truth, Betsy
    May you keep your discovery!

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  2. Thanks, Penny! May I keep my discovery indeed...it seems to ebb and flow like the tides too. C'est la vie! xo b

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