“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” -Rumi
These days, I’m always up late. My universe is shifting. My body is adjusting to this climate, to this environment; to this love, to this voice of reason. I am learning how to accept the truth about life. It’s not always pretty, but if you tell me, I’ll listen. All embracing. Peace and love.
Tonight, I am listening to…
It is the color of light,
The shape of sound high in the evergreens
It lies suspended in hills,
A blue line in a red sky
I am looking at sound
I am hearing the brightness
Of high bluffs and almond trees
I am tasting the wilderness
of lakes, rivers, and streams
Caught in an angle of song
I am remembering water
That glows in the dawn
The motion tumbled in earth
Life hidden in mounds
I am dancing a bright beam of light
I am remembering love
_____________________ poetry can be so liberating
I just want to give you the love that you gave to me when I was in pain. You never let go.
You came around every corner, with a hug and a kiss. You tried to comprehend my numbness. Do you resent me for having a broken heart?
I remember love.
A wonderful inspiration.
This is my absolute favorite movie.