How we looked into each other, how we danced through vampire nightclubs,
our intentions green and full of desire…
Across the street, Ginkgo
sway in the breeze
like a gospel choir.
When he called for help,
they put him on hold
longer than he could stand
and he broke
the phone in half.
One of those days when the grain of a wooden table
seems more certain, as if ordained, when gravity feels
. Joanna Macy, Ph.D., is a scholar of Buddhism, general systems theory, and deep ecology. In her workshops she counsels the embracing of pain as a way of deepening our … Continue reading