A snowflake lands
on this hemlock needle
Tree, needle, flake and I
with our own life spans
I behold them
flake and needle holding onto each other
with what must be something like
love.
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Weather Report
Variable,
intermittent and passing,
until it becomes clear
that only love
and not its objects
remains forever.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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