Blossom Before You Die
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--Sriram Shamasunder
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Nov 25, 2016

 

Wrote this poem last month that seems apt when I think of all the people in this ecosystem.



Blossom before you die.

It is something to watch someone doing that which they love.

At the end of our week long class
our professor ends in a four minute song.

It is unexpected as it lovely.

Logic models and budgets give way to grace.

Our purpose on this planet is always in the background of our days
trying to shine
like sun between thick curtains.

It is something to watch someone open up the curtains to let the light in.

Our professor voice soars and takes our hearts along with it like a hawk in the morning sky

And once we are attuned to watching one person light up doing what they love

We see it in the city all day long
A mother kneeling with her child,
A street performer singing the blues
A hummingbird hovering by a green bush

Today
the city is full of eyes that shine out like a bit of sun
And a bit of pain

What I mean by purpose is love
And love carries pain in its back pocket

This late October
the tree
In a corner
red leaves
So radiant in the autumn light
Hundreds of leaves in pinnacle bloom
A few more days those leaves will start to shed

this tree
Seems to be quietly whispering to all who will listen

You must find your purpose before you die

You must blossom before you finally die

Become radiant before you finally die
  

 

Posted by Sriram Shamasunder on Nov 25, 2016


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