Poetry Thursday

Listen. 
All the awakened ones, 
like trusted midwives, 
are saying, 
welcome this pain, 
it opens the dark passage 
of Grace. 
~Rumi

Poetry Thursday

In the Street

 ~Mary Jo Bang

Here we are, on top of the utopian arc. The water is shallow. An oil spill shimmers on the surface like a lens catches light and folds it in front of a mirror. If someone stands next to you, they are there, even when outside the picture. Which makes total obscurity relative to luck and such. Unlike the law, architecture lasts. A façade, like an ideal, can be oppressive unless balanced by a balcony on which you can stand and call down to those in the street, Come over here and look up at us. Aren’t we exactly what you wanted to believe in?

US Travel goals

These those places in grey -- those are the states I still need to visit.
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Getting back into it ... Poetry Thursday

Remember you are braver than you believe
Stronger than you seem
Smarter than you think
And twice as beautiful as you'd ever imagined.
~ Rumi