at the heart

“Though fairy tales end after ten pages, our lives do not. We are multi-volume sets. In our lives, even though one episode amounts to a crash and burn, there is always another episode awaiting us and then another. There are always more opportunities to get it right, to fashion our lives in the ways we deserve to have them. Don’t waste your time hating a failure. Failure is a greater teacher than success.” – Clarissa Pinkola Estés

There is a center to each moment, something at the heart of the seconds we spend each day. This past week, we wrote about them, we drew about them, talked about them, ran through the images that represent, to us, each potent moment in our pasts and presents.

I’ve written about our senses before – how each of these moments are composed of what we perceive. Inside the prison, there is a kind of sensory depravation where the uniforms and walls achieve a similar palette. There are no trees. There are no birds. Flowers are confined to the pages of books and lines of poetry. What excites us, what sets us on fire, melts us down, and welds us anew is limited. The doors need to slam. There is no budget for the inspiration found in a curled petal cradling sunlight.

But we remember them. In the pieces below, you will see what images are remembered and what composes the moments the writers hold closest to them even between the gray walls and the echoing of closed doors. What they fail to find, they create. Here is their success:

Life is Golden

There are golden stars
all through the universe.
There are eyes of gold.
I see the stars in
her golden eyes,
the beautiful look of love
coming from my baby,
my baby kitty’s eyes of gold.
There are golden apples;
not one of my favorites
but good when mixed with other
varieties, in a golden-crusted
apple pie.
Golden rings, some with gems,
some just a band
for your finger, arm or ear.
Golden sunlight fills the world.
You can get a golden tan
from the rays,
the rays of gold.
There are many golden
spectacular wonders
but my favorite is
silence – silence is golden.




What Feeds the Fire

There is a fire inside of me
burning low
sometimes it grows

With every breath I take
the embers flow

At times I want to fly away

So I can feel the wind blow
There is a fire inside of me
Which way will it go?




“Now with open eyes
I see them everywhere
waiting to delight.” -Ethel Pochocki

Golden stars, infinity signs
approach me, attract my attention
everywhere, different times, diverse situations.
Infinity signs on a table, on my skin,
a mark on the wood, a tattoo on the ankle of a…

Golden stars on the wall, in the water, in 
the shape of flowers, in the dark sky
of a full moonlight.

Infinity signs, golden stars
together for the rest of my life bring
to my eyes, my heart, to my senses,
the smell of lavender, the shape of birds,
the look of human, the feeling of velvet hat or shoes,
the sound of the ocean, the taste of golden

Infinity signs, golden stars at the heart 
of think and things.


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