Until it Becomes Me

Until it Becomes Me

An early morning and this profound poetic statement:

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places.
~e.e. cummings

I love the thought…I am reflecting deep enough…until I find the essence…until I own it…until it becomes a beautiful part of me…until it becomes me…until I hear the call of the wild bird…until there is silence…

About Virgilio Gavia

Interests: poetry, photography, writing (prose and poetry), walking/hiking, reading (non-fiction and books of poetry) drinking coffee and herbal teas, camping, fishing, contemplating, solitude, silence, traveling, faded jeans, meaningful conversation, wabi-sabi, haiku, tanka, Jazz, Classical, oldies, all the books of Thomas Merton, Joseph Campbell, Thomas Moore, John O'Donohue, Mary Oliver, David Whyte, Mark Strand, ancient Chinese and Japanese poets, The Bible, spirituality, philosophy, psychology, sociology, history, humanities and the arts.
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6 Responses to Until it Becomes Me

  1. elizz says:

    i love your photo virgilio,. it is a wonderful dreamy photo..

  2. j.h. white says:

    All the beautiful variety of experience….reflected in the call of a wild bird

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