Fierce Beauty
As the body dissembles the soul recovers strength from the inner well; the old way of falling down into life, the ageless source that holds
March 26, 2014
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As the body dissembles the soul recovers strength from the inner well; the old way of falling down into life, the ageless source that holds
I found this place before winter snows, green and tender with the wet smell of life. Resting here with wounds healing, the impulse to go
Paudraig spoke to me though from afar his voice both close and quiet, reminding me of the green sloping land and north the sea, shining
Like the counterweight beneath stone columned bridges, the mass of years moves slowly, cast from rights and wrongs and the willingness to love until only
The soft sound of dry snow on the long incline to Devil’s Peak, white curves and outcrops above the tree line, unforgiving, solemn, windswept to
I’ve outlived many beliefs and though they’ve passed I’m still here with more than a few skins shed behind me. Slow of step, creaking to