POEMS

Self Portrait

Self Portrait

Self Portrait It doesn't interest me if there is one GodOr many gods.I want to know if you belong -- or feel abandoned;If you know despairOr can see it in others.I want to knowIf you are prepared to live in the worldWith its harsh need to change you;If you can look...

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Lost

Lost

Lost Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around...

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Dancing at the Still Point

Dancing at the Still Point

Dancing at the Still Point What do we dowhen everything rational says,Let go!and everything emotional says,I cannot!We can swing back and forthbetween opposites indefinitely.Better to standon the stillpointat the center. Marion WoodmanA note from Rulik Dancing at the...

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Since We’ve Seen Each Other

Since We’ve Seen Each Other

Since We've Seen Each Other Since we've seen each other, a game goes on.Secretly, I move and you respond.You're winning, you think it's funny. But look up from the board now, look howI've brought in furniture to this invisible place,so we can live here. RUMIA note...

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Birdwings

Birdwings

Birdwings Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see. Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or...

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Wild Geese

Wild Geese

Wild Geese You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the...

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