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The hurt you embrace becomes joy.
Call it to your arms where it can

change. A silkworm eating leaves
makes a cocoon. Each of us weaves
a chamber of leaves and sticks.
Silkworms begin to truly exist

as they disappear inside that room.
Without legs, we fly. When I stop

speaking, this poem will close,
and open its silent wings.

(submitted by jtlovelady) 

“my heart is a ghost
and he drinks and he smokes
and he keeps me awake
all through the night my heart shakes…

…and i ride in the lane
in the lane there’s a wind and it keeps me sane
in my head is a god but I can’t speak for it…”

- from Leaves, Trees, Forest by Dan Mangan

“The term “imagination” in what I take to be its truest sense refers to a mental faculty that some people have used and thought about with the utmost seriousness. The sense of the verb “to imagine” contains the full richness of the verb “to see.” To imagine is to see most clearly, familiarly, and understandingly with the eyes, but also to see inwardly, with “the mind’s eye.” It is to see, not passively, but with a force of vision and even with visionary force. To take it seriously we must give up at once any notion that imagination is disconnected from reality or truth or knowledge. It has nothing to do either with clever imitation of appearances or with “dreaming up.” It does not depend upon one’s attitude or point of view, but grasps securely the qualities of things seen or envisioned.”

          — Wendell Berry, from “It All Turns on Affection”, the Jefferson Lecture on Humanities, National Endowment for the Humanities