The Map is not the Territory, the Word is not the thing it describes
……a poem by Manju Kapur.
I cannot find a title anywhere so I present it with my photograph and the emotion it evoked. Learning to Fly.
In my dream
women flew
larger than any
birds I have seen
They flew high
they flew together
over trees
and dry dusty land.
They came back,
some after years,
with water
careful in their beaks
for those who had
forgotten how to fly.
Manju Kapur
When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.
There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb tonight.
The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.
You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.
Give up all other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and
the sweet confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
David Whyte
Wildly and Dangerously Free 