from BARDO

The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.

Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made

is star-stuff too?

– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –

dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.

Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.

Roselle Angwin

Saturday, 23 April 2011

(poem) the circle of the world

you do what you do
            & the world keeps turning
                                                            by itself
            you take one step, & another
breathe, keep breathing –
                        flicker of light, cloud-shadow, larksong, rain –
                                                the whole of it 
                       there in its radiance 
           you're alive
If you have been paying attention or, rather, managing to get to the end of my longer posts, you might recognise the snippet above. As so often happens, a few words lifted are much stronger than the impact of the same words embedded in another mediocre few thousand...

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