when i was little, even tiny
then my loving was my looking
and when i knew something new
that was something like love too
but with time I saw that “I” saw
that I was he who sees his seeing
so now my love’s become hard work
that I am grateful for its being
_______RS
[ Image : I somehow have misplaced which corner of the web where I located this wonderful watercolor… if you recognize it, please help me with it’s attribution, and I’ll ‘like’ you in perpetuity. ]
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A very interesting verse – Nicely done.
merci, Aaron.
Wow. Beautiful is the word
Aw, that’s nice to hear. 🙂 And it just popped out quickly one day, when I had to write a quick “bio”. It’s only in thinking about it later that layers are revealed to me.
So lovely.. and so true.
thanks so very much, for both adjectives 🙂
I like this. There really is a lot going on that isn’t at first realized. It makes you think, and that is always a good thing.
Thanks… I agree, even for me I saw more in it after I composed it. That’s when I started proliferating new tags.