Tuesday, March 29, 2011


You ask about poetry.
You ask from an island
so far away it remains unspoiled.
To walk quietly 'till the miracle in everything speaks
is poetry.
You want to look for poetry in your soul
and in everyday life,
as you search for stones on the beach.
Four thousand miles away,
as the sun ices the snow, I smile.
For in this moment, you are the poem.
After years of looking, I can only say
that searching for small things
worn by the deep
is the art of poetry.
But listening to what they say
is the poem.

~Mark Nepo

Happy Tuesday!
With love and hugs.

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