Meet me when you have rested; Meet me when you have watered the seed of loving-kindness in you; Meet me when you have confronted your fear, embraced your suffering; Meet you when you have cared for the wounded child in you. *** Meet me when you have let go the devil of pride; Meet me… Continue reading Meet Me When….
Tag: feminine poetry
To The Oak Tree
If I love you— I will never be a clinging trumpet creeper Using your heigh boughs to show off my height *** If I love you— I will never be a spoony bird Repeating the monotonous song for the green shade *** Nor the spring Bringing the cool solace all year long Nor a steep… Continue reading To The Oak Tree