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writing by barbara nadalini priesnitz
Toward The Sky
We all share this not-knowing
And its humility
The only real knowledge
Is of the mystery
Perhaps the answers are plain
The way seasons change
The lifespan of a man
Or a planet
Does the planet also become wiser
With its mostly-dissolved regrets
And acceptance of Self ?
An unfurling frond opening predictably
Toward the sky.
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