I wept for all the loss tonight.
And all those hearts,
Thirsty, to make sense of it all.
It started to rain then, cool drops
Falling, on warm desert sand.
One seemingly dark cloud,
Hugging, my mud brick shelter.
I beheld the sun’s descent
Surrendering, to the mouth
Of mountains, like paintings.
A bird with grey wings,
Perched on a juniper;
In her company,
We witnessed an ascent of angels.
I will be intimate tonight,
With both loss and light.
What if for a moment we untether together? See what happens. What arises from this shaky earth? Ashes to ashes. Will we all fall down? Either way it’s okay to stand; okay to fall. If we fall may we lie there for a moment and listen, ear pressed to a floor of dust.
If we stand, may we bow. Bow to the mystery of life and death itself. Bow to our body, the body of another. To the terror of beauty, of pleasure. Terror of our own pain; aloneness, love. Terror of LOVE. Bow to our own tethered mouths and untethered souls. Tethered hands that long to touch again. And again. May we now comb the earth with our fingers. Plant. Seeds that sow anything but back to normal.
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