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Every Day

17/2/2015

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Every day
the world arranges itself
into a poem:

A tree just so
A sign crazily hanging
A rumbled underlay of cloud
    woven with traffic.

Every day
the world arranges itself
into a poem

for those who seek the spaces
    between
    the words.

"It's not everyday the world arranges itself into a poem" (the words were written in my calendar and attributed to Wallace Stevens).   I was reminded of a song by Carrie Day and the trees that inspired it, And I knew deeply that the world does arrange itself into a poem every day ... I just have to remember how to see it.
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    Why a Blog ...?

    Attempting to live without labels, I simply am.

    Sometimes, I write about what bubbles to the surface in this state of being.

    Sometimes, I wonder how many of the words that have spoken to me from the silence, would speak also to others.

    Sometimes, I think I should ask.

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