The subject who?
getting clear of the dust of
“who I am”…
watches, waits…
dissolves into “who am I?”
riding, ridden by,
the waves of no-thing-ness
being and not being
ecstastic, alive,
desire untramelled
I am (not) or…
oh shh…
shhhh….
The Subject ‘Who?’
14 Friday Mar 2014
Posted in My Poetry
rupafitz 
Hi Rupa,
It was lovely meeting you at Darriwill Farm the other day. Thank you for looking at my blog. I’m with blogger, and I think WordPress people have a bit of trouble viewing it. So I’m happy to email posts, which is what I do for my sister in law who’s on WordPress. So confusing! Yours is terrific and I’m enjoying reading it…although I’ve started a new job, so am so flat out I can barely breathe. Xx
It’s Thursday you’re at the farm isn’t it? I will drop in again next week. I think I fell in love with that garlic crusher you have there, (inter alia) Does it work or is it just really elegant to look at? I look forward to catching up soon.