Posted: May 4, 10:30 am | Category:
Does the world contain the contours for these beautiful New Selves1? Can we imagine a world made sacred by our building2? Can we scrape our eyes clear of learned cataracts, and seek fresh eyes with which we may see the new forms – to see “the new bone forming in flesh3”?
It is Samhain in the Southern Hemisphere … a time for dreaming, conceiving, imagining, a world that may hold the Beautiful New Ones who are yet to come.
NOTES:
fn1. with acknowledgement of expression from the poem Refractions (scroll down a ways) by Cynthia Cook.
2 with acknowledgment of expression from the poem “Network of the Imaginary Mother” by Robin Morgan.
3 with acknowledgement of expression from the poem Refractions (scroll down a ways) by Cynthia Cook.
