Deep in the flesh of the orange
sits the white pith, which no one craves
Unlike the pith, the skin can be candied
Unlike the pith, the flesh can be juiced
What of the pith, with no yearning
When will it bloom
For no seed it can become
No water will make it fertile
No soul will give it splendor
Neither you nor I can give it love
Why won't we be the pith
alone with no opportunity
Learn to be unloved
Learn to live with no yearning.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 3:38 PM UTC
Deep in the flesh of the orange
sits the white pith, which no one craves
Unlike the pith, the skin can be candied
Unlike the pith, the flesh can be juiced
What of the pith, with no yearning
When will it bloom
For no seed it can become
No water will make it fertile
No soul will give it splendor
Neither you nor I can give it love
Why won't we be the pith
alone with no opportunity
Learn to be unloved
Learn to live with no yearning.
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