“How heavy my mind is, filled with the past. Is there enough room for the world to penetrate? It must go somewhere, it cannot simply sit on the surface-- Stars gleaming over the water. The leaves piled, waiting to be lit. Insight, my sister said. Now it is here. But hard to see in the darkness. You must find your footing before you put your weight on it.” ThinkingPastPoetryHistoryPoemThoughtsInsights Book:Winter Recipes from the Collective Source: Winter Recipes from the Collective
“I see, he said, that you no longer wish to resume your former life, to move, that is, in a straight line as time suggests we do, but rather (here he gestured toward the lake) in a circle which aspires to the stillness at the heart of things, though I prefer to think it also resembles a clock.” LifePoetryChangePoemStillness Book:Winter Recipes from the Collective Source: Winter Recipes from the Collective