Deep Roots
Crab grass has deep roots. If you pull me up by my hair, mine will break too. . [ 1811 ]
Archive for July 2023
Narrow Path
Washed away at our meeting — in the waterfall, none of us have names. . [ 1810 ]
Julyku
Little bright lights twinkling in the pine — why on earth would I call them birds? . [ 1809 ]
Rest Assured
Rest in Peace — I’ve no fondness for the saying. It would make far better sense, when babies are born, To say, Live in Peace, and to conduct ourselves In such a way that the rest will be assured. . [ 1808 ]
Long Sentence
It doesn’t take a very long sentence to say the light shining through the bars is not only beautiful, but enough. . [ 1807 ]
Essential Anonymity
I don’t need a name, but I’m not bothered by having one. Having a name doesn’t change or threaten my essential anonymity. Being no one, being everything and everyone, is my natural state. It’s the inevitable consequence of having been born. Before that, and after, is what stars are for. . [ 1806 ]
Garden Blessing
Crab grass, wildflowers, a little bit of rain. A haven for your love, a blessing for your pain. . [ 1805 ]
Peeling
He peeled his life and put it in the stew. He peeled an onion. He peeled love. He peeled you. . [ 1804 ]
Pools, Mirrors, Circles
Up and down, over rocks, our feet are covered with dust. Here’s a raven. A flower. Moss. Miles we walk. Down to the stream, out to the middle on high, dry stone. Pools, mirrors, circles, nothing square, no edges. To wash our feet here is to bathe them in infinite space. At home, we carry water to the blueberry and mint. Infinite grace. . [ 1803 ]
Chapter and Verse
O, to read our autobiographies to the end, and arrive at our original perfection! . [ 1802 ]
William Michaelian 