7 Quotes by Edith L. Tiempo

What the mind forgetsThe scars keep remembering

True that life is given,And received. But truer still:The single-act of givingMakes the offerer the beggar, too—

For when down on the kneesThe man (or god) stretches the armsIn giving,It is no accident the handsAre curled like bowls or cups,For he offers self, yetBegs it back again.

True that life is given,And received. But truer still:The single-act of givingMakes the offerer the beggar, too—For when down on the kneesThe man (or god) stretches the armsIn giving, It is no accident the handsAre curled like bowls or cups,For he offers self, yetBegs it back again.

All that I loveI fold over onceAnd once again

To scale all love downTo a cupped hand’s size

It’s utter sublimation,A feat, this heart’s controlMoment to momentTo scale all love downTo a cupped hand’s size