what i thought was a halo might have been a distant reflection.
a distortion of the light. accumulations of light gathering crystals
forming shapes around the body you live in.
fact is a matter of interpretation,
but i felt your truth.
so we hold our tangled life lines in soft fists
and face the (un)wavering line of the horizon towards which
we aim our prayers.
3 comments:
beautiful...
I never pray. But I do hold tangled lines in my soft fists and I feel ( some) peoples truth deep inside me...
your words always haunt me ...
Very beautiful. And very pure, once again. I am touched by the places you explore in your recent writing.
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