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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