a time to grieve; a time to dance

Have you ever found a glistening coin on the bed of a flowing stream? You point at it but your friend isn't quite able to see it. Or maybe your friend is pointing at something at a short distance and, for all your neck-craning, you can't quite see what it is.

This blog is exactly that. This is me pointing at something that I know is there and hope you'd see, too. Whether it's at a golden mask at the bottom of the well or an eagle soaring high in the sky, I wish you Happy Looking!

24 June 2011

a little self-love

This is the sadness.
This is the writing
without the sugar rush
or the adrenaline.
This is the bedrock me.

Bedrock of who I am:
my person's Part and Parcel.

I embrace you, lonesome creature.

I hear you.
I listen to your voice of pain, of anger,
of resentment.

You are valued.

I shall wash you--
arising from ashes--
in a tub of tears.

I will pat you dry till
you are one with the sky.
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