When, with elation,
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the other's welcome,
And say, sit here, Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you
All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
stencil flower
The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
-- Derek Walcott









Its me hootkat
hi hootkaT
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Steering perception? I am!
Inviting contradiction? I am!
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Steering perception? I am!
Inviting contradiction? I am!
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take - but by the places and moments that take our breath away! ~Anonymous~
I am loving my inner self - what about you?
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Steering perception? I am!
Inviting contradiction? I am!
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take - but by the places and moments that take our breath away! ~Anonymous~
I am loving my inner self - what about you?
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