"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



Monday, September 21, 2015

The Way Back





Feeling faint breath
Invitation 
To enter the garden
Damp with morning dew
Kiss of the red rose
Tasting wine on velvet petals
Pricked by the thorn
Intoxicated by weightlessness 
Droplets of crimson life
Pressed between ivory pages
In a book without words
Bodies stained with exploration
Mapping a story
Following the morning star 
Whispering the way back 


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