this unborn I

Wake up, you poets:
let echoes end,
and voices begin.

~ Antonio Machado

 

 

68

out of this singing silence
that lives the wondrous now,

that animates the ten thousand versions of this
and is never elsewhere than right here

a new, yet wholly familiar
Lifedrop
forms

it is not a person
not a being or an entity or an individual
yet all of these and all else as well

its quality is oceanic spaciousness:
this unborn I

– miriam louisa

echoes from emptiness


 

Photo: Alan Larus
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