Passing Through

A friend shared the poem below with me yesterday, and it’s perfect for the unsettling that occurs at the end of the long college break.  Kieran left on Wednesday, Michael this morning, and there’s an empty feeling that lingers for a little while.

Life passes……..

The flowers think they gave birth to seeds,
The shoots, they gave birth to the flowers,
And the plants, they gave birth to the shoots,
So do the seeds they gave birth to plants.
You think you gave birth to the child.
None thinks they are only entrances
For the life force that passes through.
A life is not born, it passes through.

                –anees akbar

 
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