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The Whirlwind Review Issue 1 Table of Contents More Poetry Previous Irene D. Hays
Precept Upon PreceptLine upon line,Here a little, there a little. Isaiah 28:10 Let’s agree on reality: not the names of things but the things themselves, the body’s silent ongoing conversation with the world as it is experienced, that collective field where words are more than alphabet. In the warm flush of exchange, the body’s percepts outlive mental constructs. Sentient beings are not alone in this: grasses bend and whisper, clouds converge, then drift, cells and tissues of the tree itself quietly drink in sunlight. Entangled in the ecotone, we thrum with relationship— I breathe-in your words, you breathe-in mine. |
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