THREE TIMES MY LIFE HAS OPENED
Three times my life has opened.
Once, into darkness and rain.
Once, into what the body carries at all times within it and starts
to remember each time it enters the act of love.
Once, to the fire that holds all.
These three were not different.
You will recognize what I am saying or you will not.
But outside my window all day a maple has stepped from her leaves
like a woman in love with winter, dropping the colored silks.
Neither are we different in what we know.
There is a door. It opens. Then it is closed. But a slip of light
stays, like a scrap of unreadable paper left on the floor,
or the one red leaf the snow releases in March.
from THE LIVES OF THE HEART by
JANE HIRSHFIELD
mmmm mmmm delicious words and images... you do my soul so good on a rainy morning.... x
ReplyDeleteYou and I look at the sames things- altho you art a bit more artful!!! Last year I was photographing milkweed pods from all angles - you had a much sunnier day-beautiful shots!!!
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Gorgeous photography. The images are really mesmerizing.
ReplyDeletelovely memories of all those milkweeds. not so many in the square state. see you around in the blogging world. the cooler temps and more night light than day light lead me back to this space. changing things up. a good thing.
ReplyDeleteThese are the oddest looking plants- so strange they are beautiful... releasing their seeds for the next cycle.. I especially love the last 4 lines of this poem.
ReplyDeleteDear Neva, these are such beautiful images, like each seed is a dressed up as a bride to the sun, or to your blue sky that fills up these images. And the poem, I need to get to know this poet. And your words to me on my blog, so moving, I don't think I deserver them at all, but thank you. I am so happy to have you as my friend.
ReplyDeleteroxanne
Well, for sure I don't deserver them! Can you fix that for me!??
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