If you place a fern
under a stone
the next day it will be
nearly invisible
as if the stone has
swallowed it.
If you tuck the name of a loved one
under your tongue too long
without speaking it
it becomes blood
sigh
the little sucked-in breath of air
hiding everywhere
beneath your words.
No one sees
the fuel that feeds you.
-Naomi Shihab Nye
Musings on Bicycles and Buddhism. Broadcasting from the fair city of Boston and its surroundings.
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Tuesday, August 17, 2010
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