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I would know nothing, dream nothing
who will teach my non being
how to be,without striving to be?

How can the water endure it?
What sky have the stones dreamed?

Immobile, until those migrations
delay at their apogee
and fly on their arrows
toward the cold archipelago.

Unmoved on its secretive life
like an underground city,
so days may glide down
like ungraspable dew:
nothing fails, or shall perish,
until we be born again,
until all that lay plundered
be restored with the tread
of springtime we buried--
the unceasingly stilled,as it lifts
itself out of non-being, even now,
to be flowering bough.

Pablo Naruda

Something I wanted to share...hope you like it.

Thank you for reminding me of myself. I had forgotten her... It is sadly hopeful, isn't it?

"I would rather be rich in experience than rich in money." Br1mSt0nE