Breaking the silence
that turns around
the double edge of seeing.
I have called you
into the night moon
because we have come
to learn the end of waiting.
Looking for nothing
to take us out of here.
Ramshackle.
A word that divinely
chains us to earth.
Ramshackle wind
ramshackle fire
ramshackle house of our bodies
like a lizard
hiding under the blue tint
of English holly
as if the red berries
will sustain us
all the way home.
~Lynn Andrews in The Woman of Wyrrd
Art found here.
2 comments:
Thank you so much for that poem: just settled where I needed comfort.
You have been cooking lately and I move quickly to your site-your offerings re: grounding are absolutely precious in like precious metals, precious gems, etc. I read and reread and practice all though I do feel scolded at times because I haven't taken care of much but supporting family but that is my issue and no reflection on your wonderful offerings.
Something happened and I came up as anonymous but I always do use my name.
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