When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Pneumonia

In this state of pause . . .
my body dissonate with the outside world.

I go within.

With my revived awareness ,
I see the scattered pieces before me , luminious.
Showing me the way .

I gather the pieces , connecting them back into wholeness,
Feeling the texture of myself again
 healing myself to holiness.


Lark

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