Saturday, November 26, 2011

Wholes: A Poem



There is no part of you
that is not a whole.
There is no hole in you
that is not part of you,
whole and alive.
There is no whole without holes,
no healing without wounds
no making without
unmaking
that which is a whole,
to begin again,
be born, again, whole.
What crying is this,
in the hole, in the hurt,
yearning to be whole?
Leave yourself alone,
quiet, make everything work
for you, everything,
the base and the noble,
the useless and the crucial,
whole is what is, resting in the center
of the hole.





























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