I hold
on the palm of my hand:
a coffee cherry plucked
from its tree
in a glass jar
---which holds it no longer.
When one becomes two
and withers into one,
swallowing infinity.
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Your Hands, Infinity: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry for the Soul, for the Spirit, of the Cosmos, and of the Universal, of the Divine and our Consciousness, of a Friend and a Lover, to open a window in the heart and set ourselves free. Having been inspired by many visionary poet...
