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The nuns did not have much But they valued all And truer, fuller days filled with chores Passed the sun-moon-suns Some nights the mountains Were cold, so they gave her hot coals Their bodies thin and fragile, impossibly resilient Winter; cup of animal fat Thirteen years, cooking for twenty peers In lessons learned foreign tongue From her alien education, taught too She passed her blue-star-blues Painting sweetened hues The elevation and scene in dripping sweeps of brush Nepal became even more Beautiful on paper And behind thoughtful eyes A tourist hands a wood carver Several years salary, is this Enough? Masterpiece etched given free petty possessions Empty handed back to hungry mouths Fulfilled and satisfied At night the unpolluted bright Reflected off the lake; God smile Rocky range round in isolation The wind, for once Whispered truth She inhaled the honesty, and reunited art With canvas The Earth shook, no one else felt it But she knew And happy filled a forgotten face In wise silence
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Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 11:29 PM UTC
152. Nepal 8/22/12
The nuns did not have much But they valued all And truer, fuller days filled with chores Passed the sun-moon-suns Some nights the mountains Were cold, so they gave her hot coals Their bodies thin and fragile, impossibly resilient Winter; cup of animal fat Thirteen years, cooking for twenty peers In lessons learned foreign tongue From her alien education, taught too She passed her blue-star-blues Painting sweetened hues The elevation and scene in dripping sweeps of brush Nepal became even more Beautiful on paper And behind thoughtful eyes A tourist hands a wood carver Several years salary, is this Enough? Masterpiece etched given free petty possessions Empty handed back to hungry mouths Fulfilled and satisfied At night the unpolluted bright Reflected off the lake; God smile Rocky range round in isolation The wind, for once Whispered truth She inhaled the honesty, and reunited art With canvas The Earth shook, no one else felt it But she knew And happy filled a forgotten face In wise silence
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Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 11:29 PM UTC
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