“love is not a symptom of time
time is just a symptom of love”* the leaves fall all around the cold wind rises + falls, it is a hushed, gentle wind. It tells me - “yes, quietly , softly, in good time , gather and move all life” - It brushes its many hands along my cheek and forehead and says “love rest be still a moment I am holding all the prayers let me show you how they feel upon your skin” they have come so far, I know the flavours whether or not I’ve stood on that soil - all the textures of the silent voices chanting ‘help us’, ‘let us be together’, and I sing the all-one song may we all ways work together for love me and you, alive and dead, body and spirit, all you named and unnamed all me - known and unknown and as the wind says “ always “ and lightly scatters tiny raindrops on us, I am ready to listen, to call out, listen, be still. re-member the heat generated inside carry the fire, the breath, the light *from 'Time, As A Symptom' by Joanna Newsom Comments are closed.
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