Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Melting


Ice.  Time.
And the opposite of melting? Rising.  And love is on the rise.

Where does the line of a poem melt?  Where does it rise?  The eye of a poem is the mouth.
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  1. Susan E. GangelAugust 6, 2016 at 10:58 AM

    Metrix

    conversation from rhino fan koan via Reb in Blue Cliff record:

    Bring me the rhino fan
    It is broken
    I want it anyway

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