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January 8 - January 9, 2022
You are as natural as any postcard landscape and deserve the same love.
The water in your body is just visiting. It was a thunderstorm a week ago. It will be an ocean soon enough.
Our blood and breath are hand-me-downs.
You can’t think your way out of depression any more than you can think your way out of drowning.
Asking for a life-jacket is more important than knowing the physics of buoyancy.
If you whisper a secret to a candle flame, then all fire everywhere will know that secret.
The soft susurrus of jellyfish who have never known the shore. The sharp sizzle of deer fleeing through autumn corn. These sounds belong to the same unfinished poem as you
They let us tame an ancient, devouring force of nature, older than life, and stick it in a little jar on the shelf. A candle is a pet god.
You comprehend death and make art.
the birds carry within them a piece of the Earth, a talisman, which speaks to the Earth and whispers its knowledge back to the birds.
Truth and fact are sisters, not twins.
Your shadow is a tiny, you-shaped night.
In the End You were a part of the sky on loan to a body.
The old you buzzes around your skull like a bee in the kitchen window. Don’t swat it. Be kind.
