there was a crack in the door and a crack in me. something lifted as the bamboo reached towards the ceiling. and all my days broke loose as if i had no containment, constrictions or certification to be here. i held your hand empty of thinking or past reflection. every direction pointed elsewhere as the bamboo turned to listen. there is stepping and stonewalls, there were no words, only a shadow of what was and a crack in the door.
the days timing sings
with feathers release secured
joy laughs at the mirror
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That crack in oneself can be devastating but it can also be spark for a new beginning ~ I love that joy laughs at the mirror ~
ReplyDeleteThank you Grace thought I would throw my hat in this week...bkm
DeleteThe crack is now wide open and the door has opened- I left the bamboo whine. But took my soul with me...bkm
DeleteThis crack I can see, and I love how you reflected on it inward
ReplyDeleteThank you much. I hope you enjoyed it..,bkm
DeleteI love your reflections too - so much to see in that illuminated crack.
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Thank you Anna...bkm
DeleteI love that first sentence. It grabbed my attention!
ReplyDeleteThank you anonymous- are you someone I know...bkm
DeleteA shadow of what was and a crack leading to what's new.
ReplyDeleteThat is life's ongoing story, cheers...bkm
DeleteSo there we are. Do we open the door or close it? (or...)
ReplyDeleteI have opened the door and took my soul with me...bkm
DeleteI see your blog daily, it is crispy to study.
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Each word well chosen...to talk about the crack in the door, and the crack in yourself.
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