Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Saturday, December 13, 2014

By the time you read this


By the time you read this
snow will have settled 
and drifted
trees will have whispered 
and leaned
night will have fallen
and lifted
sounds will have murmured 
and keened

I know how time is a candle
a pendulum, seashore, a rift
fire and sand
I can handle
by the time you read this
it's a gift

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2 comments:

  1. the walking manDecember 14, 2014 at 7:39 AM

    Aall gifts are acceptable, even them wrapped in snow and decorated with frosty bent trees.

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  2. HarlequinDecember 14, 2014 at 11:15 PM

    Hey, WM. thanks for the visit and the comment. We just got through a dandy snow storm in southern Ontario.... I love the look of it, but damn, do I hate shoveling!!

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