A heart is sliding on a shiny surface
The pearl inside these eyes.
Oh how they were so inviting to dive
deep down toward an unknown bedrock
The fragile sky
The vulnerability up there
The strange visibility underneath
Oh how could one have time to see the cracks
on a hard stone?
No one stares at stone
It is meant to be collected
to be thrown away
or nicely assembled
in a silent garden.
Indah Widiastuti (born 1971) West Java, Indonesia
Source: Bonobo Garden
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