Jill Bolte Taylor's Stroke of Insight

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Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Stray

I was a bitten dog
a fighter, a wild one
chasing love and throwing
myself under the tires
I was a landscape of scars furred in shame
you
swore you knew me
spoke my language, called me to you
took off our coats of fear
showed me how our tender scars
matched, every last one
how our landscapes fit together
skin to skin
so human, so much more:
this deep knowing from before time

I forgot how to fight
I dropped my guard
gave in to love, finally
climbed in and went along for the ride
what strange trusting beasts we are
in the end!
yesterday a universe of warmth
a cosmos of heart-opening knowledge
today a scarred stray watching
taillights in the dampening snow


KB ©  12/12/12

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