my heart is becoming blind,
but finding meaning in a way that was not open to it before
when the eyes were wide,
the fingers were dead; the world of raised letterforms,
unavailable
my heart is becoming deaf,
but finding meaning in a way that was not open to it before
when the ears were sensitive,
the eyes pre-conceived; the world of fresh signs,
overlooked
my heart is becoming mute,
but finding meaning in a way that was not open to it before
when the mouth ran on,
the ears grew stiff; the world of boundless harmony,
unheard
my heart is losing its mind,
but finding meaning in a way that it could only understand
after walking a new path
of learning
of knowing
of being
~
what sense is this?
which fingers grasp the idea of you?
which eyes are open for your light?
my heart grows an entire body around it
though one existed before
my heart causes an entire body to inflate
into the one the existed before
what pushes on the walls of my old self,
wanting out?
am i to burst, or am i to shed,
what was once dead,
what was once me?
saara 