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At once,
inadequate.
As soon as I begin to transfer these thoughts and feelings to
words.....
Inadequate.
As eloquent as I have presumed myself to be,
in this endeavor I can only struggle
through my ignorance,
My lack of intimacy with my own language, leaves me without
work.
Rilke, do doubt, world have words,
however, I don't ever recall him
finding the feelings…
the total and complete satisfaction
that is mine.
The love that has been birthed.
Not a birth of pain,
but a birth of wonder.
Not a birth of flesh and blood,
but a birth of spirit and soul.
Freedom........
Love.........
Acceptance........
Salvation.........
Inadequate.
I most definitely am. |
