Become Poem
Lyrical living...
I can’t decide whether it’s more difficult to coax a poem out of stillness or to cobble one together from all the rubble of chaos. At some mystical point all words hint at love with no strings attached and no centering object, whether they are forged in fire or blossom slowly like leaves in the spring. There must be a something before we can create anything. And nothing is missing, not a thought, feeling or experience, that does not wish to become poem.
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- Jonah · December 1‹ Finding My GroundNew Awareness ›