Simplicity to Allow It

I write morning pages most mornings, and sometimes when I just let things tumble out without thinking much about it I think — “There’s a poem!” Then I read it over again and think — “False alarm. It’s just a blurt.” But — isn’t the difference between a poem and blurt just time and attention? Today’s draft, whether blurt or poem seed, is an attempt to explore that question.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI am nature and nature is love and I am love There is only love that we complicate with our great oversized human brains:the capacity to see and feel and attempt to describe love but not the simplicity to allow it.