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Radha Home's avatar

Thank you 🙏 One of the few voices left I care to listen to above the fray. I feel the same. I am called to patience in this time, and in this case silence is not violence, despite the easy way the phrase rolls off the tongue. There’s just nothing left to say. The momentum is going where it’s leading and my path seems to be to keep my own light bright and connect with others when they are tending theirs.

Blessings 🌺

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Miles Carroll, PhD's avatar

Wait, for now.

Distrust everything if you have to.

But trust the hours. Haven’t they

carried you everywhere, up to now?

Personal events will become interesting again.

Hair will become interesting.

Pain will become interesting.

Buds that open out of season will become interesting.

Second-hand gloves will become lovely again;

their memories are what give them

the need for other hands. The desolation

of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness

carved out of such tiny beings as we are

asks to be filled; the need

for the new love is faithfulness to the old.

Wait.

Don’t go too early.

You’re tired. But everyone’s tired.

But no one is tired enough.

Only wait a little and listen:

music of hair,

music of pain,

music of looms weaving our loves again.

Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,

most of all to hear your whole existence,

rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.

Copyright © 1980 by Galway Kinnell

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