“ We are bees then, our honey is language. ”
Reclaiming the sacred in our lives naturally brings us close once more to the wellsprings of poetry.
~ Robert Bly
The human face shines as it speaks of thingsNear itself, thoughts full of dreams.The human face shines like a dark skyAs it speaks of those things that oppress the living
We have never understood how birds manage to fly,Nor who the genius is who makes up dreams,Now how heaven and earth can appear in a poem.
It's all right if people think we are idiots.It's all right if we lie face down on the earth.It's all right if we open the coffin and climb in.
