We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.
by Susan Kolodny
Waiting in the café for my son
who has been struggling up
from under the ice, trying to find
where it is thin enough to break,
but thick enough to crawl up onto
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A poem by Siddhartha Gautama, also known as the Buddha:
The perfume of sandalwood,
the scent of rosebay and jasmine,
travel only as far as the wind.
But the fragrance of goodness
travels with us
through all the worlds.
Like garlands woven from a heap of flowers,
fashion your life
as a garland of beautiful deeds.
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