At the eleventh hour the dead leaf almost scrunched underfoot transforms to glittering butterfly in the January morning frost - It does so magnificently Rebirths through ache in its dance to something else - Melted, surrendered to threshold, and wordless bridge, we almost
Thanks Mike. Interesting to hear your word 'expansive' . It's tricky to encapsulate my thoughts, I sense I'm trying to write on 'expanded intimacy'. I'm feeling a Renaissance of sorts coming, maybe I'm feeling it personally and spiritually.
I'm making it personal, trying to describe how it feels to me. Was it Joyce who said 'In the particular lies the universal'
I've been interested to hear Maria Popova, Esther Perrel, @susancain and @elizabethgilbert, Rumi, Hafiz and some poets & authors here influence me on these topics of longing, connection... and on holding inherent contradictions on emotion, life and spirituality.
Thanks Mike. Interesting to hear your word 'expansive' . It's tricky to encapsulate my thoughts, I sense I'm trying to write on 'expanded intimacy'. I'm feeling a Renaissance of sorts coming, maybe I'm feeling it personally and spiritually.
I'm making it personal, trying to describe how it feels to me. Was it Joyce who said 'In the particular lies the universal'
I've been interested to hear Maria Popova, Esther Perrel, @susancain and @elizabethgilbert, Rumi, Hafiz and some poets & authors here influence me on these topics of longing, connection... and on holding inherent contradictions on emotion, life and spirituality.
Love poem! It is expansive and evocative.