urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:circledream Muriel Rukeyser We made garland crowns in hiding 2004-12-23T14:16:15Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:circledream:6629 2004-12-23T14:16:15Z 2004-12-23T14:16:15Z oh! the onion <br />you are a many dressed thing<br />numbering petticoats <br />in a wardrobe and <br />sleeping bulbs in spring<br />a many layered luxury,<br />you extravagant sphere! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:circledream:6327 2004-12-23T14:14:14Z 2004-12-23T14:14:14Z we are born <br />spinning threads,<br />creating, destroying,<br />starting, stopping,<br />all along.<br />and so we <br />must find the needle --<br />somewhere -- <br />and begin sewing together <br />the pieces of who we are. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:circledream:5992 2004-12-23T14:11:49Z 2004-12-23T14:11:49Z i came here, if<br />only, to tell you,<br /><br />hand-to-mouth<br />i wouldn't loan you a shekel<br />not even one. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:circledream:5754 2004-12-23T14:10:33Z 2004-12-23T14:10:33Z a bookshelf is where i was born,<br />a meager collection <br />of words given form<br />my mother, a fine volume steadily bound<br />and heady from age<br />the ink-world is where,<br />unabashedly,<br />i am loved and loving.<br />a pilgrim in a foreign vessel<br />whose fingers have turned <br />hundreds of lives not her own<br />revisiting some<br />telling them -- <br />you have changed me <br />as i have changed you. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:circledream:5484 2004-05-13T18:04:31Z 2004-05-13T18:04:31Z scribble, scrable, scrawl, scratch urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:circledream:5125 2004-04-10T01:41:08Z 2004-04-10T01:41:08Z the moon blows bubbles<br /><br />heaven erupts, spews forth a sunset<br /><br />the desert spews forth the residue of virgin abandonment<br /><br />my love tastes like horrible ecstasy<br /><br />the morning breaks through like dark latitudes<br /><br />angels & sailors!<br /><br />the morning lives in horrible knowlege,<br />while the night aches for red blood<br /><br />the ocean weeps with green summers<br /><br />the desert lingers on in well-deserved humour urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:circledream:4911 2004-04-06T22:51:16Z 2004-04-06T22:51:16Z "i wish i had a river to skate away on."<br />-- joni mitchell<br /><br />winter forest scene pulling apart like curtains, showing a formation of snowy geese in the sky.<br /><br />newspapers folding themselves into paper cranes and flying away. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:circledream:4559 2004-04-05T00:06:25Z 2004-04-05T00:06:25Z birches in winter <br />tall silent pillars rise through<br />cold soft lily flakes urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:circledream:4177 2004-04-05T00:05:42Z 2004-04-05T00:05:42Z joni mitchell haunting grounds<br />lonely tree bones hung<br />up to dry, then crumbling into<br />soft layers, veined as<br />inlets rise and fall, flow blue-green<br />verdant blades swaying<br />winged choirs circle<br /><br />encased inside a moving monster<br />pistons pump, metallic clacks<br />i go by, an interruption<br />on these<br />obscene ruptures of tarmac and metal<br />jutting up, disrupting nature's grid<br />rolling over, it <br />makes me sick urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:circledream:3905 2004-04-03T23:53:51Z 2004-04-03T23:53:51Z The night falls upon us; stars take up their appointed place<br />Begetting their low prowess,<br />an odor of sanctity. <br />Profane silence:<br />this is our breaking point.<br />Tongues leave a shimmering trail<br />-- apologetic star dust -- <br />flowing up and over lips<br />we drift apart,<br />sad constellations. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:circledream:3768 2004-04-03T23:32:06Z 2004-04-03T23:32:06Z oh, sister! i want to cry and rejoice<br />as i read your words. <br />so richly blessed, messenger! <br /><br />gazing with one eye<br />into the abyss of your misery and<br />the other beholding transcendent Mercy. <br />it is love, and again, love you speak.<br />the evil one howls, indeed <br />for he is losing much to this<br />revelation.<br /><br />every uttering of your soul<br />directed to Jesus, intimately<br />sufferings of the soul, bourne with love<br />how ample your reparations<br />what number of souls redeemed! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:circledream:3515 2004-04-03T23:25:21Z 2004-04-03T23:25:21Z dress yourself in the gossamer of poverty<br />there is no finer thing than <br />rough-shod rags <br />and hands cracked<br />worked as instruments of prayer<br />cultivating sustenance, good for <br />body and soul.<br />feet worn, praising while falling softly<br />touching earth,<br />possessing nothing with attachment<br />praising all with love<br />unity of thanks<br />simple, pleasing things.<br />Our Lady smiles.