the gathering has begun. I am sifting through notebooks and bits of paper for word treasure. I have a tendency to write ideas, small poems etc. down and then wander away. Now I am circling back, looking for what I have left behind.
and I am surprised by my words. they speak of spirit and desire, faith and grace.
from a pocket, note written in a field:
walk down into the field
from the rim
it is a shallow bowl
i offer my self to it
as a coin or food
to a begging bowl
As I sift through my words I will use them to create poems and stories. The process continues.
