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 July 2011

never mind cleansing the doors of perception - break the glass!

So many words
and none
to describe
the simple cycles
of the sun towards west
this moon rising east

In the bowl of the valley
one dusk-winged heron flies south
towards the sea
and above in still clear twilight
buzzard flaps in languorous
widening circles
upwards     and     upwards

Break the glass and fall
towards the glassblower's lips
says Rumi

What we all want is
a love so light
it can fly
so deep the ocean comes
to our call

Roselle Angwin

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