Brenda Hillman reads one of mine…
– start at 22m15s
. . . A little while,
a moment of rest upon the wind,
and another woman shall bear me.
~ The Prophet. Khalil Gibran
Drifting through the formless void, darkness
all around.
there is a shimmer of sound
self portrait
like the siren’s song
reaching through space and time.
And in an instant
in an ocean of seeing,
we agree to meet, on those distant
heaving shores.
And I am falling now,
falling through the font
swimming into Being,
into the dialectic,
the mythical, exquisite life
of Earth