Sunday, March 6, 2016

Peter Bollington writes

What is now is the same as then

What is now is the same as then 

The centuries do not change

The hair falls down, the sun dazzles 

Music and smiles mingle with the chill 

Incense in plum and strawberry breathes 

With the red and yellow and white 

My heart is no different. No different 

Than yours, or theirs. We like the steam 

Rising to our faces 

We are hungry, we are loving 

We are looking. Peace does not lie down 

Inside of us to hide always 

It is in our hands to shape, as the soil 

Rubs to our fingers, and the green stem 

Pushes into the morning sun

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