while waiting to find the knowing of the thing in itself
my fingers turn to clay.
stars gleam outwards
from the dried earth
into the words
that i have learned
by heart
and light the way
back.
i spend my spring morning
picking out pieces of the universe from my cold hands; gratefully.
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Mm... so lovely- I needed to read something lovely today... thank you.
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i didnt get it when i read this a month or so ago. but reading it now is blowing my mind.
ReplyDeletei keep trying to find my favorite part and end up selecting the entire poem - but here is the crux for me-
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from the dried earth
into the words
that i have learned
by heart
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-thank you