I am a newborn at a mother’s breast
I am a novice kneeling at the good lord’s feet
I am a student cross legged on a woven mat
My memories are washed away by my tears
My life before now ashes from the burning bush
My past a blur as I center and assume my stance
I bath in the love of a mother’s gaze
I carry down the tablets, words etched in my soul
I mimic the motions of the elders in class
My first steps transform my crawl to a walk
My awe at the founder of the universe expands
My hands rise from a forward fold
to my heart in a silent prayer.
and I am born anew.
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Beautiful. Time for a new book of poems. I can’t even begin to describe the beauty in your thoughts. Stunning. I miss you and think of you daily and the pain at this time of year.
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Thank you !
You truly have a way with words, thoughts and self awareness!
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Beautiful, Dan. And I love the photo choice. Renewal comes from the water. From the sea. Beautiful.