Wednesday, September 7, 2016

In Search of a Head Valentine

A tree is just a headless man or woman
The way they crowd together
Or stand alone
But a stone is the whole mind
Of God in a nutshell
It’s all there the silence
The self-sufficiency and hell
To be without someone to love
Which shows up in the silica
Blades of light in all things
And where certain gems are formed
It’s like the stone gives birth
That a tree might flourish
That a seed might perish

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