One Heart
Look at the birds. Even
flying
is born
is born
out of nothing. The first
sky
is inside you, friend, open
is inside you, friend, open
at either end of day.
The work of wings
The work of wings
was always freedom,
fastening
one heart to every falling thing.
one heart to every falling thing.
~ Li-Young Lee ~
(Book of My
Nights)
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