Early morning poetry before bed..
Jan. 25th, 2006 03:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
artemis42A Vague Trace
Soul gave me this box of emptiness.
What I say is one truth I know. I
go to neither side of any argument. I
stay in the center letting explanations
rise from failure, this weeping witness
face, this saffron tulip, a vague trace.
Whoever understands me like Saladin
does, this is for you, this opening.
-Rumi
Solitude is a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.
-Carl Jung
Soul gave me this box of emptiness.
What I say is one truth I know. I
go to neither side of any argument. I
stay in the center letting explanations
rise from failure, this weeping witness
face, this saffron tulip, a vague trace.
Whoever understands me like Saladin
does, this is for you, this opening.
-Rumi
Solitude is a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.
-Carl Jung
