Sunday, January 31, 2016



Yearning for permanence, and who wouldn’t?
Longing to believe it will last forever,
But what does? Nothing I know of.

Even the things that seem to stand still
Flow slowly into other forms.

The beloved’s first and only lesson:
Everything that is, becomes.

—Gregory Orr
River Inside the River:
Three Lyric Sequences


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