The Place Where We Are Right

The Place Where We Are Right:
From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.
The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.
But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.
—Yehuda Amichai
Amazing. Thank you, dhammanovice.

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