Compass and Compassion

Reins, range, and possibility.

brown rope tangled and formed into heart shape on brown wooden rail

Considering the freedom of a given will, one might ask, which is it: from some impediment, or into some possibility? But here’s a tired habit again, the old insistence on one or the other: acting in nature vs. enacting Nature, and never beyond reach from creation, enduring the fractals of a multiplicity of loves, and the wounds a body learns to bear for their sum, ever toward some abundance of seeming opposites unveiled, this vast body assembled from so many shattered shards.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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