Where are you Gill?

Posted on 26 January 2004

Another day has come and gone and I have not returned to this blog. I must admit it wearies me. I’ve decided to write every other day but, if it’s any consolation, I am writing other stuff. If it sees the light of day I have yet to decide.

But I am thinking a lot of my Gill these last two days. I read a poem this morning I think she’d like:

All I Was Doing Was
by Mirabai

“Something has reached out and taken in the beams of my eyes.
There is a longing, it is for his body, for every hair of that
dark body.
All I was doing was being, and the Dancing Energy came by
my house.
His face looks curiously like the moon, I saw it from the side,
My family says: “Don’t ever see him again!” And implies things
in a low voice.
But my eyes have their own life; they laugh at rules, and know
whose they are.
I believe I can bear on my shoulders whatever you want to
say of me.
Mira says: Without the energy that lifts mountains, how am I
to live?”
(translated by Robert Bly)

Where are you Gill?

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