This poem is so appropriate to Soul Tapestry<\/p>\n
the spirit
\nlikes to dress up like this:
\nten fingers,
\nten toes,<\/p>\n
shoulders, and all the rest
\nat night
\nin the black branches,
\nin the morning<\/p>\n
in the blue branches
\nof the world.
\nIt could float, of course,
\nbut would rather<\/p>\n
plumb rough matter.
\nairy and shapeless thing,
\nit needs
\nthe metaphor of the body,<\/p>\n
lime and appetite,
\nthe oceanic fluids;
\nit needs the body’s world,
\ninstinct<\/p>\n
and imagination
\nand the dark hug of time,
\nsweetness
\nand tangibility,<\/p>\n
to be understood,
\nto be more than pure light
\nthat burns
\nwhere no one is –<\/p>\n
so it enters us –
\nin the morning
\nshines from brute comfort
\nlike a stitch of lightening;<\/p>\n
and at night
\nlights up the deep and wondrous
\ndrownings of the body
\nlike a star.<\/p>\n
– mary oliver<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This poem is so appropriate to Soul Tapestry the spirit likes to dress up like this: ten fingers, ten toes, shoulders, and all the rest at night in the black branches, in the morning in the blue branches of the world. It could float, of course, but would rather plumb rough matter. airy and shapeless … <\/p>\n