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digging my own grave
November 2009 
intrepid stranger
Posted on Mar 11th, 2009
by 
Shanti
Shanti
Loving into you
getting down to the bones of it
chewing through the marrow of feelings
lost at sea
looking for the core belief holding me here
inbetween my desire and fear
of what this is
I want of you
or is it me
just how to feel
all of this
the substance of dreams
hedging bets
wagering my own simplicity
getting down to the bones of it
chewing through the marrow of feelings
lost at sea
looking for the core belief holding me here
inbetween my desire and fear
of what this is
I want of you
or is it me
just how to feel
all of this
the substance of dreams
hedging bets
wagering my own simplicity
for or against
set course time will take us
the definite infinite
I turn inside
my own grave
waiting
to get it
because
we can't stand it
our legs buckle under the weight
of everything gone
the ground opens
and I let you in.
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Image from explodingdog.com
set course time will take us
the definite infinite
I turn inside
my own grave
waiting
to get it
because
we can't stand it
our legs buckle under the weight
of everything gone
the ground opens
and I let you in.
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Image from explodingdog.com
Access: PublicTagged with: earth embrace, digging my own grave, mixing all my metaphors, impatience, letting love win
Deeper than deep. This one speaks of ‘surrender’ to me. The image rocks too. Hugs, Shanti. You’re a true poet.
It feels to me also like a surrender but a surrender to embrace, an embrace that engulfs us, swallows us whole alive, takes us into something vast. There is a dim memory of something, something we thought we were before we were let in, before we let it in. It’s a strange feeling to be that which is embraced and at the same time be the one who embraces.
I just love the feeling spaces you open up Shanti! It’s always a pleasure!
Thanks Amy! yes it is a surrender, the ones that in the end you have no choice about. The image was called lastnightidreamediwasafish, and it just fit with the whole theme in a very visceral yet surreal way. Love to you. :)
Doug yes, that vastness makes me a stranger even to myself. I struggle when I strive to remember, to know, to hold on, but to let go into the love of the mystery, I don’t even need to exist! Thanks for sharing your beautiful feelings.