Archive for March 25th, 2009


You arrive after years like a bird with a broken beak.
You are finally a breath away from everything.
You ask if there’s a poem for you.
Of course, there is a poem in everything.
The whole way home I search for what it might be.

I send this now as a mirror, for the poem is in
the crack along your beak.  So go outside and let
the sun spill through the crack into your heart.
Can you feel it?  That quiver in your throat?

It’s the quiver of your soul, gasping like a swimmer
held under too long.  Though you have betrayed it,
it will never betray you.

Let the sun flood the crack till it illuminates
the poem which is the pain that brought you here.
It is our teacher.

~Mark Nepo~
Surviving Has Made Me Crazy

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