Imaginal Journal
Imagination is Medicine
Rilke Rooted, like trees
“If we surrendered
to Earth’s intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.
Instead we entangle ourselves in knots of our own making
And struggle, lonely, and confused.”
What They Did Yesterday Afternoon by Warsan Shire
What They Did Yesterday Afternoon by Warsan Shire
They set my Aunt’s house on fire. I cried the way women on TV do, folding at the middle like a five-pound note. I called the boy who used to love me and tried to ‘okay’ my voice. I said hello. He said ‘Warsan what’s wrong, what’s happened?’ I’ve been praying, and these are what my prayers look like.
Dear god, I come from two countries. One is thirsty, the other is on fire. Both need water. Later that night, I held an atlas in my lap, ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered, where does it hurt?
“It answered: everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.”
Ash - Leonard Cohen
“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. ”