Category: Poetry

In the time when there was only one and longing did not exist it happened, I don’t know how, that one could not be one forever and so, one became two and with that becoming came, too, the gift of longing— the longing to be one or the longing to be the other. It is this latter longing  with which I am most familiar— a longing that speaks of a certain lack whose origin is no more known to me than the origin of the grace that now allows a sense  of unity I feel  within myself— which feeling does… read more