Nerves of the Spirit:
Ebb channels roar and deep streams in silence run. Small woes have words but mighty cares have none. Terrible stillness. The sudden change from deathly silence to deafening noise, and from darkness to visionary brightness. A bird whose voice did move deaf rocks to hear: break the spirit. We must never show our pain, instead we must lie there weeping; wailing.
Break the Spirit:
The plough prepares the field for corn; in time it is overgrown with grass or thorn. Who long has rested cannot run apace; the shattered horse is hindermost in the race. The boat consumes and lives in every rim; when on long beaten it ceases to swim. I came as a fox and reigned as wolf and I’ll die as a dog. The trouble of the head: the tempest of the tongue: the shipwreck of sanctity and soul: the storm of the body.
released September 5, 2012
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