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, ba...
Women's Spiritual Poetry