Month: October 2019

Where We Are

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Poetry

The weeds in my heart have gone to tassel. They are purple and rose edged in the soft light from Beyond. The sun here is setting, rising, calling, giving, knowing, holding, flying, burning. And I am listening, watching, walking, dreaming, dying, wishing, burning. Shadows of the unkempt reeds are dancing together on the ground. They are playing in the mud without getting wet. A world without shadows, I whisper, is a world without magic. I’ve […]