One day the hole
in your life comes calling
it's a black bear woken
it's hungry
it wants your clothes
your flesh. It wants your
bones. It eats your work
home marriage.
It wants marrow.
It trashes your dreams
all you've believed in
lived for. It blows
the doors of your
heart wide open
and there's nowhere
to hide. You are naked
nameless dumped
in a dark forest
no map out.
It's around then
you realise
that you're
no longer lost.
Walking the Old Ways : nature, the bardic & druidic arts, holism, Zen, the ecological imagination
from BARDO
The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way
Is it a consolation
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Roselle Angwin
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