A sadness

We may not always get what we want, but we always get what we need.

What we want 

is never simple.

We move among the things 

we thought we wanted:

a face, a room, an open book

and these things bear our names---

now they want us.

But what we want appears

in dreams, wearing disguises.

We fall past,

holding out our arms

and in the morning 

our arms ache.

Flowers

We don't remember the dream,

but the dream remembers us,

It is there all day

as an animal is there

under the table,

as the stars are there even in full sun.

~Linda Pastan

Flowers and grasses picked at Wied il Ghasri staining water colour paper.

One of my eco dyed prints.