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Life in Two Parts |
One so like a pigeon on the line,
composed of tiny bones
and rendable flesh,
route clearly designated
to home in on the inevitable.
The other something pale,
seeks the inside of everything,
speaks when all others die down
in whispers, pictures, suggestions
of what it would be to fly
without beak or arcing wing.
copyright 2007
Hari Bhajan
Khalsa |
