"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



Thursday, September 20, 2012

Desert...

 
So many winding and meandering paths
Lost on the warm sands of the desert
Chasing mirages
Where did I turn in the wrong direction?
Is there even such a thing?
(a wrong direction in a desert)
Rivers flow
Clocks tick
Sand blows
People huddle in the space
Between the disconcerting night
And the break of dawn
We pray for someday to arrive in Her yellow splendor
To wash away the anguish of the years
The dust of travel
From between our toes
Until then
We live with the debilitating ache of soul vertigo
Quelled by the touch of friends
With loves’ silent smile
Knowing She will come in her tangerine beauty
To warm cold bodies
In the east Her eyes will shine over the horizon
Slicing the darkness like a knife
Wielding her glory
To breathe life anew into deaths dark night
Mortals born once more to journey onward
In Her radiance
 
 
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