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:
I read this twice, savoring each spare word. Powerful...Simple.
as beautiful as a string of pearls. Bravo Lisa
"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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