Out of Sorrow
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Take a sorrow in the palm of your hand,
one sorrow at a time,
or, a bundle of interconnected sorrows,
or sorrow itself, as a seed.
Press it.
Press it hard.
Squeeze it.
Roll it around in your hands.
Feel it.
Let it bleed out its nectar.
Let it emit its fragrance.
Splash it on a canvas.
Let it be the rosin for your bow.
Sip it and let it lubricate your capacity to speak and to sing.
Let it be the ink in your pen, the inspiration for your art.
Let it move you and I tool, will be moved.
We shall all be moved.
Out of sorrow, such beauty, such soul-wrenching beauty.
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Take a sorrow in the palm of your hand,
one sorrow at a time,
or, a bundle of interconnected sorrows,
or sorrow itself, as a seed.
Press it.
Press it hard.
Squeeze it.
Roll it around in your hands.
Feel it.
Let it bleed out its nectar.
Let it emit its fragrance.
Splash it on a canvas.
Let it be the rosin for your bow.
Sip it and let it lubricate your capacity to speak and to sing.
Let it be the ink in your pen, the inspiration for your art.
Let it move you and I tool, will be moved.
We shall all be moved.
Out of sorrow, such beauty, such soul-wrenching beauty.