......i picked a poem for the river of words. i picked it because of the image it creates for a hole. it is a positive image. it fills the hole with a positive energy, making it an opportunity for something beautiful
your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. everything i do is stitched with its color.
w.s. merwin
...now i am thinking about holes and how they are filled as the balance of all things returns. how transforming that is. and to be witness to that transformation. how wonderful that is. (i even went as far as to think it could be the reason we exist)
the river filled the holes and carried me up and back down and what a ride it was. and there it is . the river runs right through the darn thing, it quilts the darn thing, filling the holes and weaving a path and on the back it filled in some of those barren brown blocks and just happened to join up with those gypsy lions. what a night.
and as i put a hole in my indigo stash, giving some away....an amazing gift came my way, from Heather who simply filled this void with ancient blues, amazing treasures and some of them have been time worn and faded....and there are...holes. i am wordless in voidville and dancing in its silence.
