the end of desire is the beginning of wisdom
small room for rebuttal here: […]
i think the craving for magnolias to come,
pink and white, is not that bad at all. and
all the healing we can do with syrup and
sweetness of things, is pretty alright too.
sainthood is so bottomless -(didn’t she
say only perfection is sufficient?)
better to let the sun release you and
fall over your face. this slow light,
this smallish light, coppery blue.
try not to think about it
stopping.