Meditations III

“When a poet digs himself into a hole, he doesn't climb out. He digs deeper, enjoys the scenery, and comes out the other side enlightened.” - Criss Jami, Venus in Arms  

 
Tuesday, August 27

Trust simplicity
mind wanders reckless
heart knows the true path

Wednesday, August 28

coursing through my veins
mysteries of life
fragments of my ancestry

Thursday, August 29

rain is plentiful
metaphors of tears, cleanings
or flowing love of God

Friday, August 30

the fire of God burns
i am the dross
immersed fuel