http://www.innerworkingsresources.com/taxonomy/term/67 The taxonomy view with a depth of 0. en http://www.innerworkingsresources.com/node/234 Whatever you have to say, leave the roots on, let them dangle. And the dirt. Just to make clear where they come from. Poetry Thu, 12 Jul 2007 23:30:50 -0500 patrick 234 at http://www.innerworkingsresources.com http://www.innerworkingsresources.com/node/235 Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvelous error! - that a spring was breaking out in my heart... Poetry Thu, 12 Jul 2007 23:30:50 -0500 patrick 235 at http://www.innerworkingsresources.com http://www.innerworkingsresources.com/node/236 You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves... Poetry Thu, 12 Jul 2007 23:30:50 -0500 patrick 236 at http://www.innerworkingsresources.com http://www.innerworkingsresources.com/node/231 In a boat down a fast-running creek, it feels like trees on the bank are rushing by. What seems to be changing around us is rather the speed of our craft leaving this world. Poetry Thu, 12 Jul 2007 23:24:14 -0500 patrick 231 at http://www.innerworkingsresources.com http://www.innerworkingsresources.com/node/232 The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Poetry Thu, 12 Jul 2007 23:24:14 -0500 patrick 232 at http://www.innerworkingsresources.com http://www.innerworkingsresources.com/node/233 I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I’ve been knocking from the inside! Poetry Thu, 12 Jul 2007 23:24:14 -0500 patrick 233 at http://www.innerworkingsresources.com http://www.innerworkingsresources.com/node/223 Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I’m already under and living within the ocean. Poetry Thu, 12 Jul 2007 23:24:13 -0500 patrick 223 at http://www.innerworkingsresources.com http://www.innerworkingsresources.com/node/224 Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself. Poetry Thu, 12 Jul 2007 23:24:13 -0500 patrick 224 at http://www.innerworkingsresources.com http://www.innerworkingsresources.com/node/225 Out beyond ideas of rightdoing and wrongdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. Poetry Thu, 12 Jul 2007 23:24:13 -0500 patrick 225 at http://www.innerworkingsresources.com http://www.innerworkingsresources.com/node/226 When I am with you we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t sleep. Praise God for these two insomnias! And the difference between them. Poetry Thu, 12 Jul 2007 23:24:13 -0500 patrick 226 at http://www.innerworkingsresources.com