"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



Sunday, June 1, 2014

Lines


I once saw lines

On a shoulder above the clavicle

Bared to sunshine


Words etched in skin

To touch...to trace...

With fingertips

While eyes met listening


Lines of syllables

Written for hearts on rainy days

Connecting lines of time


Dark lines of a tattoo

Life bringing lines

Of words in a sentence

Exuding depth

And profoundness

And lush compassion


Deep

Deep

Deep

Deep


Lines of fluidity and becoming

Lines unencumbered

Liberating lines

Lines in the story of a journey


Poetic lines

Of meetings in coffee shops


Memories and hope

Drawn on a body

With imperishable ink





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