Shrine
in cold stone hands / flowers bloom / bleed / bend . [ 1617 ]
Archive for November 2022
The Cure
Leave the leaves where they fall — yes, leave the leaves, ’til they’re not leaves at all. . [ 1616 ]
Child’s Play
A fingertip across the lips — how silent I become when the echo is gone! . [ 1614 ]
What Love Has Done
Mist rises from an icy pond — each the other — a water wheel. What is illness but a place I visit when I believe that I’m alone? I’m healed in the present — yes, that’s what love has done. . [ 1613 ]
When I See Myself
Infinite, perfect, effortlessly unfolding — such is life, such is nature, such is the universe. And when I see myself as apart from it, that is my pain, my unhappiness, my curse. . [ 1612 ]
Where’s William?
Where am I when I’m lost in thought? Not here. Not present. Nowhere. Who am I when I’m present? No one. Everyone. And when I’m not? William. . [ 1611 ]
All One
When you see that the tree is you, and that you are the tree, the birds will light on your branches. . [ 1610 ]
Wise Old Child
Letting go the precious image of oneself — the habit, the mask, the careworn cloak — isn’t this the fear of death? And if it is, why not let go now and be completely free, like the wind that blows and snow that falls? In life and deed — why not be a wise old child? . [ 1609 ]
Unexpected
running through the windy dark in icy rain the leafy streets the streetlights’ shine come inside dry the feet the legs the hair and find a strange sight in the mirror . [ 1608 ]
William Michaelian 