I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up.
The truth is that you already are what you are seeking.
Magic never ‘originated’, it never has been made or invented. All magic was from the beginning an essential adjunct to all such things and processes as they vitally interest man and yet elude his normal rational efforts. The spell, the rite, and the thing which they govern are coeval.
The universe is change; life is your perception of it.
I am rooted, But I flow
For what can a poet do before history’s bulldozer but guard the spring and trees, visible and invisible, by the old roads? And protect language from being emptied of the voices of victims calling for their share of tomorrow’s memory on that land over which a struggle is being waged. A struggle for what lies beyond the power of weapons: the power of words.
I will be waiting here. For your silence to break. For your soul to shake. For your love to wake.
We can throw stones, complain about them, stumble on them, climb over them, or build with them.