This poem feels most alive to me before it explains itself. The images wake something without asking me to do anything about it. I noticed I wanted to linger there, in the cold floor and the breath and the quiet invitation, rather than move too quickly into reflection. Sometimes awakening happens before I know what to call it.
This poem feels most alive to me before it explains itself. The images wake something without asking me to do anything about it. I noticed I wanted to linger there, in the cold floor and the breath and the quiet invitation, rather than move too quickly into reflection. Sometimes awakening happens before I know what to call it.
Thank you for your thoughts,Kevin.
Love this!😊
Thank you, Marnie