Wednesday, September 28, 2011

NATURE HAS ITS WAY WITH US












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

Thursday, September 15, 2011

when a NEGATIVE is a positive


gentle reminder
negatives are not what they seem
when softened with stillness


(that is the 5"x7"negative propped in the window...)