A wound, the wind, a word, a parent.
Sometimes we wait in a helpless way,
awkwardly, not whole and not healed.
When we hid the wound, we fell back
from a human to a shelled life.
~ Robert Bly
from Stealing Sugar from the Castle
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Simnani – What Was
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What Was by Ala al-Dawla Simnani English version by David and Sabrineh
Fideler Once I was here, but now “I” am not: If there’s really a “me,”
it coul...
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1 comments:
So many wounded; our own wounds and the knock-on potential of those protective shells make open-heartedness an act of will and courage.
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