Wednesday, April 03, 2013


"I want this music and this dawn
and the warmth of your cheek against mine.

The grief-armies assemble,
but I'm not going with them.

This is how it always is
when I finish a poem.

A great silence overcomes me,
and I wonder why I ever thought
to use language." 

      ~~ Rumi from "A Thirsty Fish"

Words are so inadequate. The more I write, the clearer that becomes. I fear if I continue trying to record my thoughts, they will soon become sheer gibberish. 

Maybe they already have.~~GH

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