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If you must choose
be not the rose
nor the wintering compost
but rather the seed,
the capsule that knows
both beginning and end
and weaves everything
in between.
.
.
(c) 2013, 2018Β Betty Hayes Albright
September 22, 2013 by Betty Hayes Albright
.
If you must choose
be not the rose
nor the wintering compost
but rather the seed,
the capsule that knows
both beginning and end
and weaves everything
in between.
.
.
(c) 2013, 2018Β Betty Hayes Albright
l. 2-4 are rather elegant. Solid work.
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Thank you, Andrew!
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It’s the be-all and end-all I suppose. π
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Indeed, the seed – doorway to all possibilities and dimensions perhaps. π
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I really like this, thank you Betty. x
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Thank YOU, Jane. π
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Wonderful expression of soul growth …
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A perceptive comment, Peter – thank you. π
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An interesting poem to think about…like the underlying concept.
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This is quite breathtaking Betty! I am keeping this one! Thank you π
Love and hugs
Xx
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Ive shared this on my fb timeline π xxx
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Christine, I’m honored!! Thank you so much. π (I’m rarely on fb, but will go take a look.)
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π Xx
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This is stunning, Betty – so glad Christine shared on FB so it could be a part of my day. I will share as well. Just beautiful. Hope you are well. Diane XO β₯
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Thank you, Diane – as I said to Christine, I’m honored that you’re sharing. It’s much appreciated! π
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ο»Ώο»ΏIn the tiny seed lay the A to Z of thee & me; well done, kind poet laureate,
Pretty Betty…
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Oh Lindy, thank you for such a sweet comment!
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I don’t believe in beginnings and endings.
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