Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
--W. S. Merwin
"Maybe if we reinvent whatever our lives give us we find poems." --Naomi Shihab Nye
When the night wind makes the pine trees creak And the pale clouds glide across the dark sky, Go out my child, go out and seek Your soul: ...
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