tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post904691035417246792..comments2024-02-23T14:26:19.675-08:00Comments on lornacahall: GamerLorna Cahallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12119513840378599480noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-69724159897365767512012-08-13T08:08:19.486-07:002012-08-13T08:08:19.486-07:00i don't mind saying
this is scary as hell.
w...i don't mind saying <br />this is scary as hell.<br /><br />we are nothing without the natural world.<br /><br />rilke:<br /><br />You are not surprised at the force of the storm — you have seen it growing.<br /> The trees flee. Their flight<br /> sets the boulevards streaming. And you know: he whom they flee is the one<br /> you move toward. All your senses<br /> sing him, as you stand at the window<br /> <br />The weeks stood still in summer.<br /> The trees’ blood rose. Now you feel it wants to sink back<br /> into the source of everything. You thought you could trust that power<br /> when you plucked the fruit;<br /> now it becomes a riddle again,<br /> and you again a stranger.<br /> <br />Summer was like your house: you knew where each thing stood.<br /> Now you must go out into your heart as onto a vast plain. Now<br /> the immense loneliness begins.<br /> The days go numb, the wind<br /> sucks the world from your senses like withered<br /> leaves.<br /> <br />Through the empty branches the sky remains. It is what you have.<br /> Be earth now, and evensong.<br /> Be the ground lying under that sky.<br /> Be modest now, like a thing<br /> ripened until it is real,<br /> so that he who began it all<br /> can feel you when he reaches for you.<br /><br />we are lost without our roots))))<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618481539784748594.post-13928832109428761742012-08-07T17:19:39.100-07:002012-08-07T17:19:39.100-07:00I ABSOLUTELY LOVE this!!!!! WOW! It makes me want ...I ABSOLUTELY LOVE this!!!!! WOW! It makes me want to.....write a poem! But I'm too tired. I love "let the sun set. I'm not there." Oh, me, too.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.com