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Muriel Rukeyser

To Enter that Rhythm Where the Self Is Lost

To enter that rhythm where the self is lost, 
where breathing  :  heartbeat  :  and subtle music
of their relation make our dance, and hasten
us to the moment when all things become
magic, another possibility.
That blind moment, midnight, when all sight
begins, and the dance itself is all our breath,
and we ourselves the moment of life and death.
Blinded;     but given now another saving,
the self as vision, at all times perceiving,
all arts all senses being languages,
delivered of will, being transformed in truth –
for life’s sake surrendering moment and images,
writing the poem;     in love making;      bringing to birth.

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[orneryhipster.livejournal.com]

amazing!! thank you, thank you!