what the body remembers

got

my ancestors words

clawing their way up my throat

trying to get out

like a song

whose melody i can't place

s.s.

dança da solidão

a dear friend sent me this poem once. i found it again today.

s.s.

"don’t
surrender
your loneliness so quickly.
let it cut more
deep
let it ferment and season you
as few human
or even divine ingredients can.
something missing in my heart tonight
has made my eyes so soft,
my voice so
tender
my need of god
absolutely
clear.”

- hafiz