do You really learn with me? do You really live through me? do You really embody all of this?

photo by christian kettiger


You glide between the heart and its casing as tears glide from the eyelid.
You dwell in my inwardness, in the depths of my heart, as souls dwell in bodies.
Nothing passes from rest to motion unless you move it in hidden ways,
O new moon.

- Hallaj (Mansur al-Hallaj)

being. schooled. [and thank you, stars, for reminding me to give what little i may have to give]

Instructions
. . .

So here are my instructions: Eyes,
do not dry up. Lungs, breathe deep,
give strength to shouts and songs.

And you, my heart, you have a lifelong task
to be a gate. Closing. Opening.
No matter what, no matter who

demands to be let in. You are only
the gate. No judgment. no questions,
no fear, my heart, but courage.


- Ilze Klavina Mueller