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Monday, November 14, 2011
inside my mountain
inside my mountain
Back in the cave looking out at the rain only a few leaves left huckleberries gone.
Today this poem reminds me of the opening image of David Abrams' _Spell of the Sensuous_, where he's sheltering in a cave from the rain and the drops divulge the thrillion flosses of webs and webs of spiders
Today this poem reminds me of the opening image of David Abrams' _Spell of the Sensuous_, where he's sheltering in a cave from the rain and the drops divulge the thrillion flosses of webs and webs of spiders
ReplyDeleteI intend to do a series of "inside my mountain" poems...this came from a morning meditation...
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