if you take everything
you know about moving
under this much
weight –
day after day
night after night –
cut it up and mix it well
with tears and
more, even more heaviness
and if you can
hold it together
just long enough
for the pain
to dry, still
so slowly
you might emerge
solid, intricate,
and surprisingly
lightweight, on an
unmarked, papier-mâché
morning, ready
to be painted,
even decorated
.
20100316:2244
y
[…] everything you know about moving under this much weight – day after day night after night – cut it up and mix it well with tears and more, even more […]
I love that “papier-mache morning”…..and I don’t know how to put those little thingies on the a and e in mache. I think it is a reassembling, going through this grief. It can’t not be. Grief has a way of re-making parts of ourselves. A wise friend once shared with me that grief is that period of time our soul and heart is searching for a way to live with a hole left by the loss of a loved one. As soon as the soul can accept that it is alright for that little hole to be there, this lifetime, that morning on the other side of grief will appear. By the time we pass from this lifetime we all have holes we live with. Each one re-makes us in some way.
that is beautiful, Leslie, and it’s like you read my mind – i just wrote today’s entry: the day oxidizes. thank you so much for all of your caring words – they really re-awaken me and help me to see the bigger picture.
Thank-you. Your words are helping all of us understand ourselves.
I like your new poem and am trying to imagine the photo you will post. Of course you always surprise us.
yi-ching lin photography 
if you take everything
you know about moving
under this much
weight –
day after day
night after night –
cut it up and mix it well
with tears and
more, even more heaviness
and if you can
hold it together
just long enough
for the pain
to dry, still
so slowly
you might emerge
solid, intricate,
and surprisingly
lightweight, on an
unmarked, papier-mâché
morning, ready
to be painted,
even decorated
.
20100316:2244
y
[…] everything you know about moving under this much weight – day after day night after night – cut it up and mix it well with tears and more, even more […]
you might
you might
you might
or
you might not
then
how to reassemble
“you might not” is the killer…but, i think we were built to “might” or destroy ourselves. thank you.
what a choice—to might or destroy–nihilism?
I love that “papier-mache morning”…..and I don’t know how to put those little thingies on the a and e in mache. I think it is a reassembling, going through this grief. It can’t not be. Grief has a way of re-making parts of ourselves. A wise friend once shared with me that grief is that period of time our soul and heart is searching for a way to live with a hole left by the loss of a loved one. As soon as the soul can accept that it is alright for that little hole to be there, this lifetime, that morning on the other side of grief will appear. By the time we pass from this lifetime we all have holes we live with. Each one re-makes us in some way.
that is beautiful, Leslie, and it’s like you read my mind – i just wrote today’s entry: the day oxidizes. thank you so much for all of your caring words – they really re-awaken me and help me to see the bigger picture.
Thank-you. Your words are helping all of us understand ourselves.
I like your new poem and am trying to imagine the photo you will post. Of course you always surprise us.
there you go! (smile) surprised? thank you, again.