October 23, 2016 by Rosemerry
walking through the corn maze
wishing I could be the kind of person
who allows herself to be lost
putting down the map
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged poem | 2 Comments
Oy! Such an embracing of uncertainty and not-knowing. Is it possible to live in both this world and the one inhabited by most of our fellows? (Or.. are they the same world?)
I was just reading something about how the best way to know the woods is not to walk on the path but to get lost and find your way out learning to embrace the lost-ness.
From: “email@example.com” Reply-To: Date: Tuesday, October 25, 2016 at 10:01 AM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Except to Notice the Rustle of Stalks”
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