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Searching for Miracles
There is a holy tree inside you
where leaves blanket the earth –
where silken petals fly and hover
around your thoughts,
traveling like perfume
on the wind.
This is where you should pray.
A golden, threaded, light source beams
from roots –
to the tip of your violet head.
Eyes seeing for the first time
that this is who you are.
Here – now –
this is who you are.
Why have you come?
What are you waiting for?
Cristina M. R. Norcross
Copyright 2011
2 comments:
Beautiful, both poem and photo. Lovely blending of the two.
Thank you so much, Chila! I have been enjoying the synthesis of photography and poetry lately. Photography is fast becoming one of my new passions.
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