mapping
I wear my map
record of my living…
cartography incarnate.
Silvery lines trace months
harboring fugitives
in a cave
where food
warmth
safety
abound.
Faded furrows
stretched over
plains
rolling hills
curves
canyons
tell of plenty
until blue harvest moon shines
full
in the sky of me.
Battle scars
wounds
are my landmarks
Braille text
read in touch
encodes my story
Only the bravest
deciphers directions
traces the path
…to the knowing
they are beautiful.
9 January 2004
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5 comments:
Moon,
Someone asked me to pick my favorite post of the year and I selected your Moon Light Garden Project. I am linking to it so others can enjoy it.
I wrote a poem once that is somewhat tangentially related to this
http://pointsofdeparture.wordpress.com/2005/10/24/map-2/#comments
Dinesh -i loved this imagery of yours: "I now carry the country
On my skin"
so, does it makes us soul mates :)
Of course :)
PS: thanks for the plug on coudal (akshav ani yodaya ma eh.khorim la)
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