A seed, be it pluripotent and burgeoning with the promise of life, cannot command the wind. Whatever her potential, her power lie instead in the revelation of an eventual truth. The manner in which she sprouts, her fledging, the form of life into which she flourishes...an absence thereof--all speak to an inevitable, irrefutable truth:ย
the nature of her nurture.
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Scattered to the wind we are--a fact you grew to know perhaps more intimately than any of us, dear Sister.ย
I remember you: your inner fire, your discerning mind, your intrepid desire for living. You enriched my young life for the brief time we were together.ย
You softened it too, between me and you.
For all that was lost of your vibrant spirit, you continue to teach me to anchor to life with the love I am learning to create for myself. For this contribution, borne of your inordinate sacrifice, I thank you, Tashma.
