Reblogged from Jane Dougherty Writes:

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Empty-handed

I own nothing
not even the breath in my mouth
the blood coursing
the pulse of my heart

this land earth
these oceans of moontides ebbtides
this wind that blows
all pour through my hands

away
beyond stars and further

not mine
nothing
not one second of this eternity
not one petal
in this crowded meadow.