Liberation Seeds

Weakness

A moment of insight. Sitting

by the river in June. Perhaps

this is the end of my weakness.

 

There is no end to my weakness.

Liberation seeds.

 

 

One

Newfoundland in November.

Loneliness. The last thought before

the impossibility of loneliness.

 

 

Window

Watching wind shaped by chimney

smoke. The stillness of trees drawing

sunlight. Blue shadows on fresh snow.

 

There is not much going on here.

Liberation seeds.

 

 

 

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6 thoughts on “Liberation Seeds

    • Thanks Shimon. I wonder if when we accept our weakness and recognize it for what it is… it transforms into strength. But then again, that’s not my point at all. It’s simply part of our liberation – equal to strength (and therein is the balance you mention).

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