~ Note: I've chosen another picture, rather than use the picture Christine provided in her 35th poetry invitation. ~
Broken dreams of my ego
lay strewn at her feet ~
heaps of salt in the desert.
Feeling is the language, the forgotten language. If you understand feeling, you understand the whole.
Is salvation really just an evacuation plan from existence? I shutter to think so. Really do.
Each day I remind myself that I am but a dirt creature, animated by a blown breath of divine wind. I belong to everything.
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3 comments:
hey there, beautiful words. you put so much in so little.
yes, really beautiful, and so powerful because of their compact power. I love the image too -- is it yours?
I like this.
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