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Strong as an oak, fragile as a tree

perhaps to love is to learn
to walk through this world.
to learn to be silent
like the oak and linden of the fable.
to learn to see.
your glance scattered seeds.
it planted a tree.
i talk
because you shake its leaves.

Coda – Octavio Paz

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Garden

The direction of the eye, so misleading The defection of the soul, nauseously quick I dont question, our existence I just question, our modern needs

—— PJ Garden

Today was a brilliant day, almost like a winter morning ,as I looked out to the garden that I see from my desk.. memories of a score years back came flooding in.. like they always do at a familar sight and its nice to know I will carry this with me wherever I go.

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