Tag: heart

wearing down stone

journey, Joy
the sun came out of hiding this morning, it peeked in on me, disturbing my sleep, its persistence, like a question nagging as I play on the verge of knowing, of finding, of touching and wearing and loving the seat of my soul, perhaps my heart, a place from which to think and be and I am no lonelier than any tree anchored to the earth, reaching outside a bird builds its nest, steadfast in its construction, ants on the march for food people going to work, the roar of the freeway, incomprehensible, building and rushing ~ on this earth you earn your keep, how tidy and how untidy, this way of forming a self by working against the rhythms of the heart, which wants nothing more or less than flow ~ flow, like the rivers flow, wearing down stone © 2015, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by