John Rybicki, from “Tender Range”
Come the white morning
I’ll cross the earth on my face,
let the barrel of light tip over
one more time
and let’s just call it sunrise.
I don’t know anything
about blowing a child out
like a balloon, or what comes after—
that dream like a waterfall sealed in a flask
close to God’s hip.
No matter how often I think I can’t stand it anymore, I always do. There is no alternative. I don’t fall, I don’t foam at the mouth, faint, collapse or die. It’s the same for all of us. You can’t get out of the inside of your own head. Something keeps you going. Something always does.Janice Galloway, The Trick Is to Keep Breathing (via closedforprayer)
Sri Yantra Tattoo