Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Conversation with the Soul


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The soul said, "Give me something to look at."
So I gave her a farm.  She said,
"It's too large."  So I gave her a field.
The two of us sat down.
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Sometimes I would fall in love with a lake
Or a pine cone.  But I liked her
Most.  She knew it.
"Keep writing," she said.
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So I did.  Each time the new snow fell,
We would be married again.
The holy dead sat down by our bed.
This went on for years.
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"This field is getting too small," she said.
"Don't you know anyone else
To fall in love with?"
What would you have said to Her?
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~ Robert Bly
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