I fear’d the fury of my wind
Would blight all blossoms fair & true,
And my sun it shin’d & shin’d,
And my wind it never blew.
But a blossom fair or true
Was not found on any tree;
For all blossoms grew & grew
Fruitless, false, tho’ fair to see.
What experiences in life helped you grow the most?
The ones that involved repeated non-catastrophic failures (e.g. martial arts practice.)
Also, the ones that confronted fears (e.g. open sea swimming.)
in rainy season,
grass grows from every crack,
closing on idols.
To be an ever-better version of myself. It is relentless, requires engaging fears and weaknesses, and it is worth it.
All it takes is one thin crack, and
A fine flurry of blowing seed.
And nature takes back all that land --
Wall-to-wall with growing weeds.
Grape leaves flutter
and some catch the light
to glow with translucence.
I'm in an ancient place,
and this is such an ancient
endeavor.
Wine has been the king
of pursuits in these parts
for millennia.
Is that why I can become
lost in the play of light
on quivering leaves?
Or is it just that time of day?
The sun is low -- ready to set --
My mind is slow & ready to drink.
spring rains green
the fort's horizonal and
its vertical.
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