Much Unseen is Also Here

I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I’ve been circling for thousands of years
and I still don’t know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song.
-Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I, 2



Image: Amy Judd
Title: Walt Whitman

The sight of morning

“A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! 

As if cycles and children and islands weren’t enough; as if mourners and gossips and vegetables were never enough.

She thinks she can warn the stars.  A writer is essentially a spy. 

Dear love, I am that girl.”

-Anne Sexton

Image: Emon Toufanian
Title: W.S. Merwin

We hold clouds in our mouth

I dreamed longingly, and my thoughts wandered north….in the direction of my home, but I could only see clouds.

       -Viktor Frankl

       Title: Nathalie Handal
       Image: René Magritte, Song of the Storm, 1937