Here is a poem about living and singing in the Now.
Out of Water
BY MARIE
PONSOT
A new
embroidery of flowers, canary color,
dots the grass already
dotty
with aster-white and
clover.
I warn,
“They won’t last, out of water.”
The children
pick some anyway.
In or out
of water
children
don’t last either.
I watch them
as they pick.
Still free
of what’s next
and what was yesterday
they pick
today.
My take:
This poem beautifully compares children to flowers, how they cannot stay out of water, and how they both do what they are meant to do in the moment. Flowers and children sing in their own ways. During the time they are in water, flowers keep blooming. Children pick flowers despite being told that the flowers will die unless they are kept in water. Flowers keep blooming; children keep picking.
Singing oneness!
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