Monday, November 17, 2003
i wonder about the way our bodies heal themselves quickly & magically but our minds stay stubbornly broken. i imagine myself a pile of broken bones in the corner of a room with perfection within my heart & head & i guess it isnt really the cure i am seeking.
the remedy is in the movement of time, the way my heart is being sewn up by invisible hands [while my own are tied behind my back]. the peace that is in breaking apart. & when my mind is broken up into pieces truth slips within the empty spaces to mend my thinking. & when my heart is rearranged i see the way hope fills in the gaps.
the remedy is in the movement of time, the way my heart is being sewn up by invisible hands [while my own are tied behind my back]. the peace that is in breaking apart. & when my mind is broken up into pieces truth slips within the empty spaces to mend my thinking. & when my heart is rearranged i see the way hope fills in the gaps.