"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Walking Light...

(Sketch by Kayla Edwards)
When walking
From birth to death
There is no direction home
No compass bearing to certainty
No way out of doubt
For these are illusions



Spells cast to deter from living
Only the journey matters
Experiences on the road to nowhere
Where meaning arrives out of necessity
An olive branch in the mouth of a Mourning Dove


Peace from a happy accident
Moments of clarity where not all is clear


Only
Serendipitous signposts  
Glimpses of a way
 A day of hope



(Photo: Mine)
A ray of light
An ancient trail
To meander on with life’s hindered wounded limp
Through ruins of crippled hearts


In a desert of scarce fidelity
With fickleness as abundant as sand
A parched soul thirsts for an oasis of authenticity
And a captivating smile
From a another betrayed pilgrim
To comfort a million tears



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