This is a great happiness.
The air is silk.
There is milk in the looks
that come from strangers.
I could not be happier
if I were bread and you could eat me.
Joy is dangerous.
It fills me with secrets.
"Yes" hisses in my veins.
The pains I take to hide myself
Are sheer as glass.
Surely this will pass,
The wind like kisses,
The music in the soup,
The group of trees
Laughing as I say their names.
It is all hosannah.
It is all prayer.
Jerusalem is walking in the world.
Jerusalem is walking in the world.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
jerusalem is walking in this world
From Julia Cameron's Walking in This World:
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