A poem by Karen

by | Jan 8, 2012 | Letters & Poems


There is no expansiveness more common than the soul It is the gift of wings when feet are rooted to the soil, when being is mistaken for limitation, when something seems irretrievably lost. Here, in a whirling heart, lives the height of joy. Even with eyes closed, I can feel its fluttering the invitation calling a name that belongs to everything. Even with eyes closed there is nothing I have to do to find you. Karen


“When you can recognize who you are not, then there is a possibility to wake up and discover who you really are.”