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sleeping with a full moon blanket

sand and feathers for my head

15 September
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(i am a 30-something woman with a husband, two boys, and two cats. i write here about things.)

society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where i may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence i may weep undisturbed. she will hang the night with stars so that i may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole. - oscar wilde, de profundis

when the root is deep, there is no reason to fear the wind.

some hindus have an elephant to show.
no one here has ever seen an elephant.
they bring it at night to a dark room.

one by one, we go in the dark and come out
saying how we experience the animal.

one of us happens to touch the trunk.
"a water-pipe kind of creature."

another, the ear. "a very strong, always moving
back and forth, fan-animal."

another, the leg. "i find it still,
like a column on a temple."

another touches the curved back.
a leathery throne."

another, the cleverest, feels the tusk.
"a rounded sword made of porcelain."
he's proud of his description.

each of us touches one place
and understands the whole in that way.

the palm and the fingers feeling in the dark are
how the senses explore the reality of the elephant.

if each of us held a candle there,
and if we went in together,
we could see it.

- rumi

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