It is getting late.
I want to go and dream
so I borrow someone-elses poem tonight.
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"dormant stones lie folding
their holy fire around me
(but the land shift with frost
and those who have become the stone
voices of the land
shift also and say
god is not
the voice in the whirlwind
god is the whirlwind
at the last
judgement we will all be trees)"
Resurrection
Resurrection
The journals of Susanna Moodie 58-59
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*ps. Thank you so much for your kind words. It means a lot.
I look forward to getting to know you all better.
3 comments:
you are so wise. looking through some of your posts i recognize some of the emotions i have felt, and continue to feel - feeling like a pane of glass separates me from the world, the need for trust, letting things happen naturally and not on the time-table i set for them....and that line about the gooseberries? sent goose BUMPS up and down my spine.
i am a first-level reiki and to enhance my training i started working with crystals and chakras - one of the things i learned was that a distrust of the universe originates in the base chakra...my wish for you tonight, my new friend, is to feel a confident red blossom through your body. wear red, eat red food - have a theme day. (hug)
Nice post....fasciating verse!
Cxx
I love the idea of borrowing a poem to fit a moment. Beautiful pictures, lovely words.
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