Meditation And The Artist

Painting by Jacinto Gonzales Gasque

First Love (excerpt)
Denise Leverton

It was a flower.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
suddenly
there was Before I saw it, the vague
past, and Now. Forever. Nearby
was the sandy sweep of the Roman Road,
and where we sat the grass was thin.
From a bare patch of that poor soil, solitary,
sprang the flower, face upturned,
looking completely, openly into my eyes.
I was barely old enough to ask
and repeat its name.

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David Price

David Price

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I write about creativity, loving, language learning and psycho/spirituality. I’m a longtime painter and reader.