
A happy guy in the room
and all of a sudden
This Wound
this wonderful, delicious wound.
Alarm bell, bearer of life
all consumed in a sudden blow
without resistance.
Not even the ashes remain.
…
A happy guy in the room again

A happy guy in the room
and all of a sudden
This Wound
this wonderful, delicious wound.
Alarm bell, bearer of life
all consumed in a sudden blow
without resistance.
Not even the ashes remain.
…
A happy guy in the room again
I like to come here and read and re-read your poems and look at the images which I find very beautiful and fitting to the words that are written below them.
Recently the community in which I live sustained a tremendous wound and while it was so quick and so without resistance because of the swiftness and there is little but ashes remaining, and my sense of it is that I notice an emptiness inside that is not altogether unpleasant. I have this sense of being gutted by the wounding.
I like coming here and reading your very honest words and know that because you have done this work to find these words that, I too, will find what comes after even the ashes of it all blow away. And I am in no hurry to get there. It surprises me to say that and I am grateful to know that it is true. No need to rush this. It is fine to be at this place in the whole of it for as long as needed.
Waking up is worth the pain and I got today that the wound is no light thing for those inflicting it nor those at the receiving end. And I do so want to receive it now that I know it came at such a price. I do understand that this world is a friendly place and that what happens is all for me.
thank you for doing this weblog and writing the way that you do.
-mikaelah