we sing
our heart-dreams
loudly into moonlit skies,
wishing upon flickers of light,
skipping our smooth hope-pebbles
along the wide ways of promise.
ripple, they do,
these echoed promises,
in thousands of shimmering circles
resonating our life’s expectancy
as we cast silken spun web-nets
trying to capture the elusive
understanding;
- – - what it means
to be loved.
~r.
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Author notes
"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."
"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.
"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose . . ."
"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
Exerpt from “The Little Prince” written and illustrated by Antoine de Saint Exupéry translated from the French by Katherine Woods
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I haven't read much of you lately but I'm so glad I have read this. I needed this tonight. Thank you.
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I've missed you Shepherd...welcome back...I felt the expanding unniverse as I read your words here...the sense of infinite Love that we all seek to understand and interpret for our own lives...Wonderful write, Richard. And I loved the story of the Little Prince as a child...we are all responsible for our Rose...thanks for reminding us...Peace to you, Rhonda
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So nice to hear your voice again, I have missed it!
Cheryl
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"I am responsible for my rose."
Beautiful poetry, Richard. I know that you know what love is, when your heart is a vase for all your roses. They just open their petals and becomes cups of evanescent love and light.
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