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A kind of bindweed began to strangle me…

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 25, 2014 by Mj Rains

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I was lying in the grass and not moving (at the end of the garden). It was the first day of the war. I lay an hour, two hours, I no longer remember how many hours I lay there. The grass grew through me, got entangled in my veins, the wild flowers blossomed out of my fingers and toes. A kind of bindweed began to strangle me, winding from one ear to the other.

– Nina Berberova, The Italics Are Mine 1939

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June 4

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , on June 5, 2013 by Mj Rains

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Beauty surrounds us…

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 28, 2012 by Mj Rains

Beauty surrounds us
but usually we need to be walking
in a garden to know it.

The body itself is a screen
to shield and partially reveal
the light that’s blazing
inside your presence.

Water, stories, the body,
all things we do, are mediums
that hide and show what’s hidden.

Study them,
and enjoy this being washed
with a secret we sometimes know,
and then not.

~Rumi

Summer flowers

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , on August 24, 2012 by Mj Rains

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Taken with iPhone.

From the garden

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 25, 2012 by Mj Rains

Come, my beloved
consider the lilies.
We are of little faith.
We talk too much.
Put your mouthful of words away
and come with me to watch
the lilies open in such a field,
growing there like yachts,
slowly steering their petals
without nurses or clocks.
Let us consider the view:
a house where white clouds
decorate the muddy halls.
Oh, put away our good words
and you bad words. Spit out
your words like stones!
Come here! Come here!
Come eat my pleasant fruits.

~ Anne Sexton

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