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ORIGINS by Tammy T. Stone

This poem, like many I write, is inspired by a particular kind of confusion that has no obvious limits, and no markers pointing the way to resolution...

It’s that big, cloudy feeling that permeates everything while remaining hidden and mysterious. The desire to have answers is a fickle one, and it’s not often rewarded. Nor need it be … but we can always imagine (what a creative act, imagination!), and here, I try to come to terms with “origins” – what is at the beginning and what is at the end, and are they the same? If what we are looking for is outside time, then our search (which takes place “in time”) is fascinating!

Origins
by Tammy T. Stone


let’s work backwards,
to get where are,
which is where we long
to be,
so we can build ourselves
up again
(how often we need to
build ourselves up again,
after a fall, how
shattered the heart).
Let’s start with that place
on the other side of memory,
where we find
bliss, which is pure joy,
back to contentment and peace,
and then harmony between
self and our world of touch
and our world of fantasy,
an explosion
through the gathering of
insides and out,
digging through the tendrils of night
and taking in, knowing from
wells of ancestral wisdom how to
outstretch our hands in giving and receiving
because we’ve seen others, and
allowed for our own tender witnessing,
penetration –
to see love in our own eyes,
which reflects every one of us,
the fragile corners of our secret pain
bringing us into sacred congregation,
the yearning for wholeness coming from
deep wells of oceanic wisdom
but we can find it in
all beginnings,
in the holiness of everyday things
now that we are here,
a shared smile, a deep-bellied
laugh, arms wrapped around a
tree, arms wrapped around
each other.


Tammy T. Stone is a Canadian writer, photographer and chronicler of life as it passes through us. Always a wanderer, she's endlessly mesmerized by people, places and everything in between; the world is somehow so vast and so small. She feels so lucky to have been able to work, learn, live and travel far and wide, writing, photographing and wellness-practicing along the way. She invites you to see some of her recent photography here and to connect with her on her writer's pagetwitter and her blog, There’s No War in World, here.



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