This Deepening Takes Place Again Poem by Emily Kendal Frey
This Deepening Takes Place Again
What if everything
were revealed: where I was
last night. You, etc. The rain
is coming down like salad.
My sister's hair
reminds me of my sister
so much I can't
stop looking. Who am I
to have arms? On the plane
one short dream:
a baby so small
it wasn't even human,
just a bouquet
of light with wise
cellular eyes. If losing me
is the worst thing to happen,
your life is still a good life.
Just a bouquet of light with wise cellular eyes- reminds me of the Buddha love this poem especially the last few lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 2:18:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Where i was last night. Thanks for sharing.