For one brief golden moment rare like wine,
The gracious city swept across the line;
Forgetting that I was an alien guest,
She bent to me, my hostile heart to win,
The great, proud city, seized with a strange love,
Bowed down for one flame hour my pride to prove.
Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to this world
so worth of rescue.
She is lime-walk way to heaven,
aqua measures breathing in,
then breathing out,
to step in stride,
jade toned slippers
through maze and meadow,
shading sips of avocado scent,
down spring blushed sighing
bare root ties clinging to ground
holding earth in sacred bonding.
// poem by kaibab
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