Belleza Gallery
Bisbee, Arizona
These are memories
of places I don’t remember having been,
but given the trickery of memories,
maybe I was in those places
in a fanciful leap
into a place beyond place,
into a time beyond time.
The paintings
that make my heart ache
call forth homes and peaceful places,
of what could have been,
of what should have been.
There is a kind of aloneness
that comes with seeing,
like meditation when the mind
lets loose itself and the world.
Those places lie within me
untouched by experiences,
emerging pristine
from the heart of the painting,
beyond what can be said,
beyond what can be seen.
They are about things hidden in plain sight,
in the anxious purity of silence known,
as in a love affair of wordless intimacies.
From: A Preface To The Universe:
Women, Getting Older, and
Other Mysteries
Unpub. MS p. 6
Another excellent entry. A beautiful way to end the poem. Genuine affection is communicated without words. The mind is a powerful mystery. Thank you for sharing.
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