Laura E. Aranda

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.

Rumi



You can't wake a person who is pretending to be asleep. ~Navajo Proverb

One of my favorite poems of all times:
By Edgar Fawcett

How falls it, thou hast come to fly
In tropic splendor through our Northern Sky
At some glad moment was it Nature's choice
To dower a scrap of sunset with a voice?
Or did some orange tulip, flaked with black
In some forgotten garden, ages back
Yearning toward Heaven until its wish was heard
Desire unspeakably to be a bird?
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I love that poem and wish I could write like that.