Sometimes it is enough
to touch a blade of grass
and feel it breathe
in the space between the fingers.
I kneel down to pray,
turning inward
to touch that place of silence.
And grace rains on me
from an ever darkening
saffron evening sky.
Poem by Ansua Dutta-Wystup
If you liked this poem, I would really recommend that you check out the philosophy of Sartre if you haven’t already. Really great stuff.
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Ansua has created a lovely poem. Your photo is attractive.
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She absolutely has! Thank you so much! ❤
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Beautifully written. ❤️
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