A little while back, I had an insight that nothing is any more real than any other thing. I wrote about it HERE. After an experience the other day, I had a related thought—There might not be gradations of Real…but there Are different kinds of quiet. There is the shallow quiet of desperation, of groping…
Tag: quiet
Under the Over
Under the Over As enamoured as I amof words, syllables, sound, and line,the cataract can swallowmy attention to say nothingof my interest and underthe over rushing currentsI wander in another world,walking on the silt soft floor,welcomed by lifeunnoticed above. I do not forget this freedomwhen called to surface.It is the smile tuckedin the curl of my…
Consider the Lilies 