Life is not a straight line. It's a downpour of gifts, please – hold out your hand

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Thank you for being here. I'm so glad you're here.

Friday, January 20, 2012

It


I've been looking 
for It 
all day

in rain-soaked sidewalks
in the lit tip of his cigarette
in the threads 
of the canvas, in the ink 
dripping 
off this page

Studying 
naked branches
and dew drops about to fall.  Praying 
that I'll find It 
there
in things I can see
and name

As if It
can be reeled in 
and caught

As if 
It 
can be found
in things out 

there


9 comments :

  1. I love your poetry, such simple beauty in your words. <3 you
    Amy

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  2. beautiful,
    i too am so inspired by the world out there

    just came home from a late afternoon walk and had to type these words up on my old typewriter...

    late afternoon SUN
    shadows
    &
    SPARKLES
    on white snow

    i walk through the quiet world
    T R A N S FORM E D

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    1. love the way
      the light
      sparkles
      in the snow
      transforming all we know

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  3. Gorgeous! Thank you, dear friend. Loving you!

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  4. Julia beautiful photo and words. There is nothing like the world out there for sure. have a great weekend.

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  5. This absolutely takes my breath away. So beautiful!!!

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  6. Nope 'it' is not out there, anywhere. Thank you so much for reminding me. I keep trying to find it out there, like a knee-jerk reaction, and shit, it hurts. So glad you write poetry to guide me back home, so that I can see how 'it' is there in all things, especially when I am not blind looking for it.

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  7. This is so beautiful, Julia... so, I think, universal. The tendency for so many of us to look outward - for inspiration, approval, validation, accolades, identity - is ultimately so damaging. I learn this lesson over and over. Each time I tell myself, I will look inside next time...

    I love when you make my tender painful stuff poetic. xo

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  8. Julia love ít'
    let it
    take me
    where you wanted it to go
    let it
    show me the wonders you painted

    :~)

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♥ Julia