don’t know why I said and wrote that,
but it’s what popped in my head and rings true. Like something is close, yet I am missing it. Cuttings and photographs, pinned on a board, rise behind my computer monitor. I, at last, began decluttering the office and put it there yesterday. Can only see half of it, but that’s OK. I know exactly what’s on it. A clipping of TAMING The Wild I saved for the fonts. The rest are rooms, clothing, a woman stretching,
is on a wooden block, and I peek at it on the right-hand side of the window sill. From Psalm 40 — one of my favorite lines. Am I on the right path? On any path? Is it better to be on no path than to be on the wrong one? Silly, being on no path = being on the wrong path because you’re not on the right one.
• distance yourself from lies: from your own first | the ones in your mind | the ones that block your heart •
that’s written in my notebook, written yesterday
in my immediate vision,
I see order, though peripherally, there’s immense chaos. Quite often, I look beyond the surface and beyond what’s near, yet seldom do I walk there. I tread, circle. What would happen if I open the door and walk right in?
not taming but
w a l k i n g i n t o
“Are you right, or are you wrong?”
Can he see more than her face, beyond the words, see her soul flowing through the jungle of her heart beneath her skin?Like A Blue Thread