dawn's coming

at the end of each day
a dirty fistful

each morning
a clean hand

another performance

my dear sweet daughter, both perform and do not perform.  
do you understand?  be yourself.

on the way to the performance

 

october tree

 

from:  Rememberance

 

And you wait, keep waiting for that one thing
which would infinitely enrich your life:
the powerful, uniquely uncommon,
the awakening of dormant stones,
depths that would reveal you to yourself.

 

~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~

 

(The Book of Images, trans. by Albert Ernest Flemming)

geraldine elshire lived in this house, as i live now

upstairs

geraldine elshire was quiet around the hub of what she was as woman

upstairs i barely breathe

the sacredness of body and family a church beneath me