sundrunk flower (or is it me)
writing with ember of match that lit last night's candles; a perfect "op" s (now ash).
September... ahh. The air clearing, the light slanting new--finally a soft windy coolish (77 degrees) and bright. Perfect. Many people I know and love are born this month. In fact, September is officially Birthday month at my house. Happy Birthday to ... (you fill in your name anyway) :)
"The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship." --W. Blake [ associated link to engraving archive].
I have been reading poetry; Dream Baker, by Jean Valentine. I'll share a few lines...
"You were so close I could have touched the dead/ "Childhood in your face..."
"These words I tell you smoking in my eye:/ The tree-frog is the tree frog. The sky is the sky,/ The rattling bay runs night and day I, I , I,/ Over and over turning on itself: there/ Where it curls on emptiness: there I sing.
"You will not be forgiven if you ignore/ The pillar of slow insistent snow/ Framing the angel at the door,/ Who will not speak and will not go..."
Yes, I am really in a quiet mood-- almost time to take a few days of silence (of fasting from all things, including words, tv, foods, drinks and speech). Have you ever tried it?
Things to see-- The Pulse--check yours if you haven't checked all this out :)