A deceptively simple poem; an amazing economy of words.  Li-Young Lee’s poem (a favorite of mine)  expresses what’s hard to put my finger on.  May his words console and instruct.  Happy New Year!

One Heart

Look at the birds. Even flying
is born

out of nothing. The first sky
is inside you, Friend, open

at either end of day.
The work of wings

was always freedom, fastening
one heart to every falling thing.

– By Li-Young Lee from Book of My Nights
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Image: Original Watercolor by Alex Hubbell