The longing of no longing : washed stones
All is sand. The way it touches, mirrors and adheres to skin. Crystals clean as winnowed grain. Hot on the surface, cool in the under-dark. Poems distant on the horizon, belly-dancing in liquid heat. This is the longing of no longing. Hearing the far-off soul’s music, with no desire in my hips.
©Ruth of washed stones
This is the longing of no longing.ReplyDelete
can there be anything cleaner then this?
beautiful ruth))) (and married so well with this photograph)
what a glorious marriage of ruth's poetry and maria's image.......so stunning. i have just left the beach myself and there is definitely longing..ReplyDelete
Thank you for this. And thank you for the image, which stuns with its beautiful symmetry.ReplyDelete