what the lake said to the moon

let my stillness

be your mirror

come...

see yourself

in me,

let me show you

how beautiful

you are

the firefly

i just want

to be for

awhile

to be the

firefly

and not the

one trying

to capture

the light

wordless wednesday

between two worlds

between two worlds

life hovers like a star,

'twixt night and morn,

upon the horizon's verge

how little do we know

that which we are...

-lord byron (1788-1824)

broadside

the secret of seeing

is to sail

on solar wind.

hone and spread

your spirit,

till you yourself

are a sail,

whetted, translucent,

broadside

to the merest puff.

-annie dillard (b. 1945)

the women

they sang the words

in unison, yet somehow

created a web of sounds

with their voices. it

was like hearing a piece

of fabric woven with

all the colors of a rainbow.

-from the red tent

by anita diamant (b. 1951)

release your colors

release your colors
into the world!
who knows
what dear soul
may be in need

of your soaring

magenta today,

the wildness of

your fuchsia,

the groundedness

of your burnt umber,

the soothing tones

of your greens and blues...

let alone your

own precious self, so

weary from holding
them all inside.

-stacy wills (9/03/2010)