transformation – Page 4

On what is social in poetry

Perhaps even our responsibility bears the mark of irresponsibilityMore

Sometimes it seems we are either dreaming of wholeness…or willingly fragmentedMore

So wise souls/ leaving self behind/ move forwardMore

…and you too will also return, in the greatest things as well as in the smallest….More

Full of weal and woe as the wheel goes roundMore

The light can be stubborn, and linger, when the sun setsMore

What is our speech but the chirping of baby birds?More

For M.H., and other loves who protected my desireMore

We used to pray for rain, for sustenanceMore

Perhaps when I finally sleep, I will dream and the world will be made newMore

Our love of certain things does not arise until we have been seduced to them.More

flecks and flickerings of…faith?More

unimaginable momentousnessMore

Just what does the wind do with our flames?More

My grandmother dreams while awakeMore