There is a magic to know….available to all of us, waiting for us, longing for us, calling for us.
I have, in my way known that magic, some part of it, some form of it. I have felt sensitive to it, known to appreciate it, to take it in. I have also known and carried the weight of a strange sort of amputated feeling, a deep longing that could not find its place.
During these past months I have been given ways to both form and walk over bridges.
I am overwhelmed by the power of externalizing this inner poetic life.
We can give it form; we can serve up images and in the act of that give and get so much. We can explore. It will always expand.
I have trust that things will surface in their time.
I am so full of gratitude to be able to enter this magic, this other reality that is just as real, so grateful to be able to actually live in it in such a concrete way and share it with others, be the witness of others and have them witnessing me.
We can be here, so very present.
There are so many beautiful questions to swim in.
Look at you. Look at the way you stand there, as a body in this universe. Waiting to enter the Sisters Home. Waiting just like me. To sense the unsensuous. The impossible dream. Waiting for the wonderful honesty. Look at that body. Look at this body. Capturing the YOU inside…
A fire burning feeding on black threads Sown into eyelids of all the corners Consuming time It is to breathe the slit air you cut with your hand through a window To look for words and finding them elsewhere elucidating in the fire pit Glowing when not a void appear…