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Dropping Keys
The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
-Hafiz
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(a simple meditation this week — photo is of a collection I have of old keys from Austria)
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts
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Thanks everyone, yes indeed Suz, let us all be rowdy prisoners ready to break free. Sarah, I love the Dickinson poem!
Christine, love the quote, and
the keyhole size photo!
“The earth has many keys,
Where melody is not
Is the unknown peninsula.
Beauty is nature’s fact.”
~ Emily Dickinson
Let’s all be rowdy prisoners! I like that image.
That is fantastic! and I collect keys, too. I just love them. Great weekend, everyone!
Tess,
Me, too.
Thanks, Christine.
Another great poem!
I love this. I’ve just read it about five times. Thank you so much.