and I thought:
I am just the same.
What you see in me
is never the present moment
but the ever-increasing indentations
that my yesterdays have carved into my face.

Every second digs another tiny line out of me
and some day all those lines together
will connect me back
into eternity.

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We are always dancing.
Your dance is an incantation that you’ve learnt.
It is a magical invocation.
It’s a key that opens things.

What is your dance opening?

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Of course,
this is true.

And so
prayers are said.
Hushed conversations.
Big eyes.
Shaking of heads.

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It doesn’t have a face
or feet
and yet it feels just like that.

We join in the dark.

That is the way it has always been.

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This is a  clip from an interview with the late Maurice Sendak, the writer and illustrator of the famous children’s book “Where the wild things are“, shortly before his death.  His responses are so honest and touching that the message makes a real impact.

Then,
you lurch into the dark
wildly swinging your net
for quite some time
until finally you feel the light,
powdery outline of a wing
between your fingers
and you stand there in the dark
feeling for its heartbeat.

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Eventually the skin will
flay open like a flower
and all will be revealed.

White bones do not become
white overnight.
It is the sun
that does the final job.