According to Buddha

The world as a whole has forgotten the real meaning of the word love. Love has been so abused and crucified by man that very few people know what true love is. Just as oil is present in every part of the olive, so love permeates every part of creation. But to define love is very difficult, for the same reason that words cannot fully describe the flavor of an orange. You have to taste the fruit to know its flavor. So with love.

she stepped off the boat to see flowers in his hands
the man she would marry was as hard as the mountains
she had his children in a log cabin
soon i’d be another star in this family’s constellation
in the land of the midnight sun
searching for gold
i am my father’s daughter
he has his mother’s eyes
i am the product of her sacrifice
i am the accumulation of the dreams of generations
and their stories live in me like holy water
i am my father’s daughter

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random streets in Toronto ~ June 2017