It was like getting a love letter from a tree
Eyes closed forever to find you-
There is a life which
if I could have it
I would have chosen for myself from the beginning
The elements are so easy to love, they compress everything into a drop, a flame, a rock, a breeze. I love every mountain when I love this struggling pebble. Smooth and kissable. I love everything when I love you. I love you. I love everything
Take my hands
in your hands,
teach me to remember,
not to remember.
(from H.D.'s piece, "Helen in Egypt")
What if we could say to each other: I want to enter a mutual process of deconstruction with you, starting with the things I am most ashamed of.