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| WILD CHICORY FLOWERS |
See the flowers, so faithful to Earth.
We know their fate because we share it.
Were they to grieve for their wilting,
that grief would be ours to feel . . .
If you could enter their dreaming and dream with them deeply,
you would come back different to a different day,
moving so easily from that common depth.
Or maybe just stay there: they would bloom and welcome you,
all those brothers and sisters tossing in the meadows,
and you would be one of them.
Sonnets to Orpheus by Rainer Maria Rilke,
In Praise of Mortality by Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy
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| WILD DAYLILIES |
