Monday, May 2, 2011

There was a time when words were like magic

Tonight a ball of time floats in the palm of my hand,
quietly suspended,

things are happening in there...

teeny tiny events of the past, the future, even right this second.

Creation stories are being told, being heard, being forgotten.

So I slowly open a book of luminous things to a poem called "Magic Words" and carefully lay it on my chest to absorb its mystery.

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