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

Thursday, December 13, 2012

moving toward

 in order to make a knot you must turn something in upon itself. we are the small catches in body and time. god is the infinite which bends toward itself and intricately blossoms us.

before we are tied into existence god lays his kiss, a sweet little moth of gore, at the center of each knot, a delicate wound to tie around.

in our living we are drawn along the line toward that which will heal us. we flutter toward light and love. we do not understand that we will only fully be healed when we are undone and absorbed once again into the infinite.


  1. When I was at Al Anon this week one of the speaker said this same thing but not quite so poetically. She said if you are riding in a wagon being pulled by horses running out of control you don't want to hang onto the reigns for dear life. The best thing to do is just let go and let the horses run themselves out. Let go. Let go. Let go. I need to learn this! Thanks for the reminder.

  2. Wow!
    I'm left speechless, awed by this vision.

  3. Un. Done.

    Why do I like this so much?


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