November 30, 2011

The Things I Am

The Artist's Mother

I would describe myself
like a landscape I've studied
at length, in detail;
like a word I'm coming to understand;
like a pitcher I pour from at mealtime;
like my mother's face;
like a ship that carried me
when the waters raged.

From The Book of Hours I, 13

2 comments:

  1. Oh, I like this combination very much. Thank You!

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  2. I was recently asked about my spiritual landscape, I saw a wave

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"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!