Friday, 24 August 2012

A Chariot of the Mind

I know what it looks like too. As I am sure you do. Harness the beasts I have tamed and they love me.
What a patriarchal mess. A matriarchal confusion.
Water mother, I know earth mother is there as well,
This is what I live to tell. Of what I have consistently been through before, but always
reaching the highest truth in the trees.
To Paramartha Plouffe
Who hangs in the equilibrium with her brothers and sisters
Waiting to be strangers again.

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