We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. ~ T.S. Eliot in Four Quartets
Month: March 2017
The stranger within my body A binding tether to the complication That is the burden of pursued happiness Contrived knitting; a self inflicted design When the truth is simple; The way out is through And Joy unleashed percolates Like yellow shadowed rain drops On the pond encircled by steady daffodils.
The wind knocks the white dogwood petals to the ground The way an old-school nun would rap the knuckles of a small school-boy The blooms a month early – frosted pre-dawn light This moment neither feeds narrative nor puts it asunder. No Blame is held up as sacrament at Any or All. There is just …