Not the loss
alone,
But what comes
after.
If it ended
completely
At loss, the
rest
Wouldn't
matter.
But you go on.
And the world
also.
And words,
words
In a poem or
song:
Aren't they a
stream
On which your feelings
float?
Aren't they
also
The banks of that
stream
And you yourself the
flowing?
~ Gregory Orr ~
(Concerning the Book that is the
Body of the Beloved)
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