the one mysterious source of joy and sorrow is sung here – deep rivers meet in these voices, rising from the infinite, returning to it; remember, remember, they sing there is one source only for sorrow and joy. these many voices build to one great unity of being, what are we? where are we going? […]
your voice is inspiration beyond words, insistent, repeated, urgent. i stand among the gravestones trying to see you but cannot – that yew conceals you too well. under the yew, beyond the railings, people walk, run, ride bikes, carry children, push prams, lead dogs and chatter to each other or to their phones – not […]
chrysalis, not knowing what mystery may crystallise from this dissolution, i have spun myself to silence on my own thread and must wait at this cold root in absence of moon and sun, with no image of what could emerge from this evolution; does the caterpillar conceive what wings could unfold from transformation? unknowing leaps […]
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