Friday, 1 August 2014

Baba Dana

That winds change and rain lifts,
that weather comes and goes,
that thought feels much the same –
its abruptness, its evanescence –
as it has always done,
that the imaginable may happen,
that we are momentary,
as unique as cloud formations,
that anticipation endures,
that life may be cumulative,
that the beauty of age is unflinching.

Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips 

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