Inside the body of the world
there lives a vine
that awakens
in footprints and rootprints,
that touches our suffering
that heals the broken earth
that intertwines our pulses
until our breaths carry a new seed
within them.
While we sleep rain saturates the land
and in the morning
a luminescence
tunnels through fog.
I want to be the world, freshly washed.
~ Karissa Knox Sorrell, from “Luminescence,” Gravel Magazine
Notes: Poem – Memory’s Landscape. Photo: wsj.com, May 17, 2018, Rodrigo Garrido
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What a lovely thought for a Monday, pal! I’m in!
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Me too!
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Wonderful! Thank you, dear David, Have a nice day, Love, nia
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Thanks Nia. You too…
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yes, a cleansing on every level. beautiful
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It is….
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I want to be the world, freshly washed too.
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You are! I am! We are! …if we say so. Intriguing photograph…
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it is!
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After the rain it is always so fresh, especially after many dry, dusty days.
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sure is Anneli.
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Oh my. I am sinking into the morning, refreshed.
I am one with the world around me, freshly washed.
Thanks David for a beautiful awakening.
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So great! Thanks Louise…
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I want to be the world, freshly washed. – Karissa Knox Sorrell
Oh yeah I do too….. (she said, right after a magnificent cleansing refreshing summer storm!)
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We all do!
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