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
On Nov 25, 2016 Audrey Lin wrote:
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