At fifty and two
I hold a vessel
filled with tears and laughter too.
It is an offering to
the Diwata of Light
and the Word Witches
who gather in mountain and fog,
in sunlight and in rain.
One of them whispers
and I lean in to listen.
“Life is not measured
by what we keep,
but by what we pour out and give.”
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zarahgeeh 08272026
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