“The body is damaged by the bewilderment of spirit”
Wendell Berry
For we do not quite belong here, do we?
There is something off about this world
The way night takes over the day and sharpens the senses
The way the voices resound in the mind and reverberate across ages
The dreams of flying out of the body
The threads that connect the dreams in their own evolving story
We wear our bodies like clothes
We search through the layers for a key
But we are locked in love
We are wired to love
And sometimes the inertia of love crushes us
and we fall into its net
only to find thousands of others in the same boat
and it does not matter whose hand we hold:
your people are my people
The wind blows us like weeds in the same direction
It shoots us among stars we are meteorites flying upwards
It plants us like wildflowers in the shelter of the highest peaks
Yet we are so clumsy we trip over thoughts
We fall through blind spots
we break so many things, hearts, mainly
while our bodies are breaking down too
so that they can feed the earth
and our spirits can feed on love
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