What Will Draw Me
What will draw me from the unleavened mass, to rise beyond the rigid shape and rule of expectation to one breath of air, one glimpse
June 24, 2011
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What will draw me from the unleavened mass, to rise beyond the rigid shape and rule of expectation to one breath of air, one glimpse
Before the wars and violence there was light upon the sea, and wind from the south, stirring. Before we sacralized our hunger fish flowed like
I greet the day as I am, with all my faults and frailties. Opening myself to the flow of power I become a river, a
Billowing clouds against blue, roses drooping under spring weight, the smell of new dirt and your hair tied back in the garden. A few words