Poetry Friday
That hurt we embrace becomes joy.Call it to your arms where it can change.A silkworm eating leaves makes a cocoon.Each of us weaves a chamberof leaves and sticks.Like silkworms, we begin to existas… Continue reading
That hurt we embrace becomes joy.Call it to your arms where it can change.A silkworm eating leaves makes a cocoon.Each of us weaves a chamberof leaves and sticks.Like silkworms, we begin to existas… Continue reading
Everything Is Waiting for You Your great mistake is to act the dramaas if you were alone. As if lifewere a progressive and cunning crimewith no witness to the tiny hiddentransgressions. To feel… Continue reading
The Unbroken There is a brokennessout of which comes the unbroken,a shatterednessout of which blooms the unshatterable.There is a sorrowbeyond all grief which leads to joyand a fragilityout of whose depths emerges strength.There… Continue reading
A Gift Just when you seem to yourselfnothing but a flimsy webof questions, you are giventhe questions of others to holdin the emptiness of your hands,songbird eggs that can still hatchif you keep… Continue reading