"Some mornings in summer, I step outside
and the sky opens and pours itself into me..."
Isn't it interesting?
Even if its raining, the sky is pouring itself into me...
"But the plot calls for me to live, be ordinary,
This resonates like a quiet gong with me.
It's everything to "live and be ordinary."
"...say nothing to anyone."
Hmmm...how can one manage this?
It seems ironic to hear a poet recommend saying nothing.
Plus, don't we all speak whether we say anything or not?
Doesn't our body, our presence, speak constantly?
The energy we carry may be silent,
yet isn't it still telling its own story?
This makes me want to listen more carefully.
Why are the "mirrors burning"?
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