Monday, November 13, 2006

Work that muscle of kindness


it was an emotional weekend, the november deep darkening pulling further toward the center, a tide of glistening blueblack with sparks of light, refractions, a tour beyond stored initiations, examination of creative flow, masking off distinct regions of adventure for core vintage dreamtime, telling of fears, spilling wine into delicate whorls around the mouth of her garden, the mother of winter, a sweat abrasion on my left knee pelting sleet broken glass commentary, valuable lessons handled in tender ways with woolen mittens, negative space embraced as tiny rivers or immense tulips float together singing "i am so much in this perfect moment, exactly who i am, giving everything i have", its all for the best, the best efforts telling themselves over and over to be at peace with this world, with this ever-growing love of singular beauty, unprecedented kindness, laugh out loud then, make that sound in your throat then, sing your song then, be still then, work together with complete joy, no struggle to control, anchors of respect in harbor of calm, sharp insightful wise intelligent discernment making the list, checking it twice, dancing along, peering into the other, mirror of venus across the face of the sun, to the dark unknown, leap silently, land softly, cry openly, fly in winter sky, my loving heart, my loving heart, my kind and loving heart.

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