A life of undergoing
A sweet poem my husband wrote for me early on in our relationship…knew he was the one 🥰
That would be a great clue! 🕵️
An Antonio Machado poem I heard Robert Bly read about 30 years ago.
The wind one brilliant day
called to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
‘In exchange for this jasmine odor
I’d like the odor of all your roses.’
‘I have no roses. All the flowers
in my garden are dead.’
‘Then I’ll take the waters of the fountain
and the withered petals.’
The wind left. I wept. I said to my soul:
‘What have you done with the garden
that was entrusted to you?’
Woah . . . Machado is, for me, an amazing poet . . . Thanks for sharing this, Bill.
Lakol Wicoun, by Lydia Whirlwind Soldier
A very moving poem for me, too . . .
A sweet poem my husband wrote for me early on in our relationship…knew he was the one 🥰
That would be a great clue! 🕵️
An Antonio Machado poem I heard Robert Bly read about 30 years ago.
The wind one brilliant day
called to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
‘In exchange for this jasmine odor
I’d like the odor of all your roses.’
‘I have no roses. All the flowers
in my garden are dead.’
‘Then I’ll take the waters of the fountain
and the withered petals.’
The wind left. I wept. I said to my soul:
‘What have you done with the garden
that was entrusted to you?’
Woah . . . Machado is, for me, an amazing poet . . . Thanks for sharing this, Bill.
Lakol Wicoun, by Lydia Whirlwind Soldier
A very moving poem for me, too . . .