Monday, September 14, 2015

Enough

Enough.
These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.
This opening to life
we have refused
again and again
until now.

Until now.

--David Whyte

[Photo taken at Petit Manan Wildlife Refuge in Steuben, ME]





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