Like the Wheel ~ The Tallest Man on Earth
daily, we keep. letting, go. of each, Other.
perhaps, the highest. form, of Love. detached.
or, the only. way, to truly honour. Life.
“ I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit. ”
~ Dawna Markova
Please let the kindness of forgetting set me free…
I Hope You Dance ~ Lee Ann Womack
Tireless, progression. Tic, toc. Time. Perpetual, motion. A movement, through. Space.
The universal, in. Breath, of life.
Surrender, then. To music. Swelling, in your soul. Free, limbs. To grace.
And trip, the light:
When you come close to sellin’ out, reconsider…
Let X=X ~ Laurie Andersen
Change comes, clamouring. On winter, wings. The frosty, chill. Cools, to freezing. As day, light. Darkens. Wood splits, breaking. Bark. X marks, the spot. Here, goes.
Cause I can see the future and it’s a place…
Radio Song ~ The Felice Brothers
Still, and staring. Far beyond, the fringe. Of field, and fell. Zigzag, lattice. Greening meadow, quilt. Stitched through, with wire. Blunt, and barbed. A brutal, beauty. Fading. Through the jagged, mystery. Of middle, distance. Toward, an endless. Open sky. Where daily, we. Wander, lost. And wondering.
Way out into the blue…
Fake Palindromes ~ Andrew Bird
Platinum, slips. Like a noose. Ring finger, heavy. A faery, tale. Wedding. Precursor, for a lifetime. Of hell. Trophy hunted, head. Sitting pretty, a gilded. Cage. With its husband, jailer.
Who twists, the truth. Spread eagled, on a rack. Set to break, your spirit. And turn, you. Into some, thing. Tame. But almost, dead. And he calls, this. Love.
Jesus, don’t you know that you could’ve died…
Spider’s House ~ Califone
Hippocratic, oath. First do, no harm. Why is it, then. So many, do? Sometimes, I think. We give, trust. Too freely, to. Those in, power. Without question.
Well. I’m questioning, now. Blind sided, reeling. Sick of being, undermined. By someone, meant to help. Make me, well. I realize, I know. My body, best. And serve it, better. By choosing, an expert. Qualified, to listen.
Remembering, my rights. I stand, my ground.
Sit just as you are…
Delicate ~ Damien Rice
I would, submit. A bower, filled. With lilies. Languid, pure. Pale liquid, light. Like fresh cut, snow. Laid, late afternoon. Beneath, the boughs. Of an ancient, oak. In offering.
Open, untouched. Throat poised, but bare. In silent, song.
With the words you’ve borrowed…
The Lighthouse Song ~ Josh Pyke
What storms, raising swell. Blood beating, like spring. Tide’s full, turn. And flooding. Battering, waves. Of particle, motion. Luminous, friction. Electrical charge, between. Atoms invoking:
From primal, flame. These bright, blazing. Fires, of love.
Our beams will burn the clouds to beacons in the sky…
Tender ~ Blur
shadows, leap and swirl
heart, and mind
is this how, hurts heal?
with scar, tissue
I keep, letting
The ghost I love the most…