domingo, 30 de mayo de 2010

A taste of solitude

To ask
What is the taste of solitude?
Would be like asking
What is the taste of life unadorned?
As a point of departure for everything
Existing being doing
No barroque adornment

What is the singular taste of life?
Silent flavor of aloneness
Near the well spring of origen
The taste of the extraordinary presence of this moment
The taste of full silence
& of the wild forest that inhabits the soul
Receiving & embracing roiling rivers & cascades
In its peace-giving arms

What is this taste?
In the midst of quiet
This cardinal chant of aboriginal being
Bursting with bitter sweet truths
Of what it is to love to live & to die
& to understand what it is within you
That is love death life--

Lorena Lobita Wolfman © 2009-2010

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