breathing....embracing what has been uttered....putting my poem "Utterance" beside it.....my experience of this.... and remembering St. Therese of Avila (who i will always love):
"Christ has no body now but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looksCompassion on this world,
Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good,
Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.
The meaning we each recognize has found a way to bring us together, how beautiful it was to read your poem out loud, to imagine your other readers being touched, making space for the emergence of words beyond meaning to touch and go.
I traced the path of the word through your poem. I think of ears there to receive it, the vibrations, the waves. The anonymity of the utterance until it is received. That is what resonated for me.
That image is exquisite. Fire exists as a possibility long before the spark. You are suggesting that words may exist in a similar way—waiting to be recognized, awakened, spoken.
This is lovely. I read it out loud to listen to what your words sound like - for them to linger in the air before my mind absorbed them. This brings to mind The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran. Truth somehow always feels familiar.
Hello WritingWithWater, this, your very personal and unique concept, is so beautifully written that I read it a second and a third time. You are such a fine, fine poet...
This is such a clever breakdown of not only how words provide a means of creating, but of how everything created is connected down to even the smallest building blocks, through vibration and movement.
This is beautiful
breathing....embracing what has been uttered....putting my poem "Utterance" beside it.....my experience of this.... and remembering St. Therese of Avila (who i will always love):
"Christ has no body now but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looksCompassion on this world,
Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good,
Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.
Yours are the hands,
Yours are the feet,
Yours are the eyes,
You are his body.
Christ has no body now but yours."
Mm indeed. Beautiful.
I'm putting my wish out into the universe. My wish to see a just, kind, loving world for all. We will break these chains together ❤️
Keep us together... Running in the shadows
Thank you
The journey and power of word, is shown in this poem with a unique perspective...
The meaning we each recognize has found a way to bring us together, how beautiful it was to read your poem out loud, to imagine your other readers being touched, making space for the emergence of words beyond meaning to touch and go.
I traced the path of the word through your poem. I think of ears there to receive it, the vibrations, the waves. The anonymity of the utterance until it is received. That is what resonated for me.
Thank you, Antonio for a wonderful read
Most Excellent
"And even now,
it seeks the same thing:
not an answer,
not a confirmation,
not applause.
A listening.
Because the word passes.
Crosses.
Continues.
And when it finds someone
willing to listen completely,
the oldest miracle occurs:
something recognizes something."
There were a lot of parts of this that can be recognized, but these words really stuck with me.
This is exquisite, Antonio. Thank you for these words and this message. I receive them within my dwelling. 🙏
"As one encounters fire
already sleeping inside stone."
That image is exquisite. Fire exists as a possibility long before the spark. You are suggesting that words may exist in a similar way—waiting to be recognized, awakened, spoken.
This is lovely. I read it out loud to listen to what your words sound like - for them to linger in the air before my mind absorbed them. This brings to mind The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran. Truth somehow always feels familiar.
Your children are not your children. ....
Life's longing for itself
Marvellous!
The word is not born
when it is spoken.
It is born
when it is recognized.
Hello WritingWithWater, this, your very personal and unique concept, is so beautifully written that I read it a second and a third time. You are such a fine, fine poet...
Beautifully written!
What comes to my mind is intention which stirs the silence and initiates the movement.
This is good. I like it.
This is such a clever breakdown of not only how words provide a means of creating, but of how everything created is connected down to even the smallest building blocks, through vibration and movement.
It's... A movement that encourages movement
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