Spirituality Revealed

crisp pearl apples hemorrhage
splashes of walnut wash

the decay dribbles between
my knuckles, silky
as impermanence.

how much of life is spent learning
to let go: recalling to forget
now is not the time for

mastering the art
of holding on.

how many bowls of fruit are rotting
on the wall of a museum?

Indigo Hawkins

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-life-21/

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