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What Is Here

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on October 16, 2024| 2 Comments »


 
Midsummer, she stood in the midst
of deep blue delphinium
and did not move. Stood
until she became delphinium.
Till she petalled and pollened
and blued. Oh joy in the flesh
that forgets it is bound to an I.
Joy in the flesh that remembers
it’s part of it all. Months later,
she returns to the stems, tall
and brown and dead.
Did she really believe
things would not change?
This is the way she learns
what she wants the most:
To be open to falling in love
with the world as it is—
beyond hope, beyond wish,
beyond memory.
To not mistake love
for the object of love.
To stand in the midst
of what is brittle and gone
and fall in love with
exactly what is here.

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Flourish

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on May 27, 2020| 2 Comments »

Flourish

Whatever it is inside the larkspur

that says grow, grow, grow,

I want to know it, too. Want

to obey the voice that urges me on,

even in frost, even in rain.

I want to rise out of my own dried debris,

want to know how it is to die and return,

new and yet somehow the same.

And what is it that fuels the drive?

I want to know that— the divine

encouragement that knows

when to wait, when to push,

when to wilt, when to flourish,

when to swell into oh! bright bloom.

I want to know myself as wick,

to be lit, to be the fire itself.

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One Giving It All

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on July 21, 2018| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

praise the larkspur

grown so tall, so heavy with bloom

it breaks at its base,

but oh, how it grew,

it grew

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One Sincerity

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on July 10, 2018| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

just outside my window

larkspur erupts

into generous blue—

in me blossoms

an old prayer

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Two Discoveries

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on July 31, 2014| 1 Comment »

in your voice
looking for the color
of larkspur,
finding only
a broken stem

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oh silly woman
who thinks she is
a woman
when she is an entire
universe, a larkspur

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