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Poignant and inspirational poetry by local author January Handl.
Revelations While Waiting for Chamomile Tea
Rain pours on the oblivious crow
hunting worms on the lawn
The naked patches of brown
under the tree
show where the raked leaves
no longer crumble back into
sustenance for the living
Suddenly it is obvious this
self-consuming
universe is nothing, nothing
nothing taking shape and form
The water turns to steam
for my tea
what journey back to One
is evaporation?
Over and over again
we spin in and out
of existence and
grab onto moments
of consciousness.
we finally evolve to know
of our deaths,
– and so our lives.
Aware of our minute particle
in the weaving of
what is beyond hope for the mind to grasp –
the heart leans
toward knowing.
