Wednesday, July 20, 2005

beyond the threshold

into the
space between
each
word

i fall or i
step
willingly,

into bright
darkness,
empty and
alive.

Then: i
entered as a
hero, chasing
after beauty,
terror
at my back

Now: i
go with
reverence,
tenderness
for the wounded
places,

patience; in
stillness, in
silence
the next
word is
born.

3 Comments:

At 5:46 AM, Blogger maya said...

I read this twice, savoring each spare word. Powerful...Simple.

 
At 1:01 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

as beautiful as a string of pearls. Bravo Lisa

 
At 11:41 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

"Chasing after beauty with terror at my back" is a very real image. It seems we fear beauty, and I don't know if the reason for it has been worked out yet.

 

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