not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

bird














what complex form the bird takes
with what ease it lives inside its body


what would a bird be but a bird?


and then with such ease 
its life transcends its body


this is not to say the spirit of the bird remains
it is to say that its body was but a transport for the (im)pulse of life

6 comments:

  1. but what is that (im)pulse of life? - that is the heart of the matter

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    1. yes, ollie, this is the heart, the unnameable heart. i don't know that our mouths are ever in the right shape to push out the right name but even knowing that there is truth in the form of mystery just there on the other side of the veil is enough:)

      i say it again so that i might hear myself, there is truth in the form of mystery.

      xo
      erin

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  2. holy! tiny sacrament.

    the (im)pulse of life for this person is the opportunity to express and be expressed as love. steven

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    1. i believe this of you, steven. this is why it is so easy to love you back. ollie, too. i laugh. we should start a revolution, a love revolution, the sorts like us. what might that look like?:) i imagine us all walking rather slowly, talking, probably in very unfashionable clothing, messy hair, dirty faces and fingers stained from berries, looking off into the trees often, listening. we might be mistaken for zombies but how alive we'd be!

      xo
      erin

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  3. I suppose I am all I can be.

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  4. Thank you! The beauty of this post hurts softly in a comforting way.
    xoxo

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