More On The Circle...

Oh, this poem, how it touches me to my core! If read openly, it could be about a single lifetime, many lives - the hierarchy of organisms - (the circle of life), or even about reincarnation. Or maybe it's about all these things.

 

All these things, and all at once!

 

Yeah, maybe it's about that. . .

And the images - wow, such an earth-shattering beauty they too posses! Artist Denise Nestor flawlessly masquerades as photographer, nearly evading notice that she is actually a more talented than talented "something else." The fact that Nestor rendered  these  life-like, yet sleepy, possibly even "memento mori" style  images with a pencil is simply mind blowing.

 

I say, I think this might be my faveorite post yet... I say experience it while listening to something - anything by Explosiions In The Sky.

Inside

LindaHogan

 

denise nestor

How something is made flesh

no one can say. The buffalo soup

becomes a woman

who sings every day to her horses

or summons another to her private body

saying come, touch, this is how

it begins, the path of a newly born

who, salvaged from other lives and worlds,

will grow to become a woman, a man,

with a heart that never rests,

and the gathered berries,

the wild grapes

enter the body,

human wine

which can love,

where nothing created is wasted;

the swallowed grain

takes you through the dreams

of another night,

the deer meat becomes hands

strong enough to work.

But I love most

the white-haired creature

eating green leaves;

the sun shines there

swallowed, showing in her face

taking in all the light,

and in the end

when the shadow from the ground

enters the body and remains,

in the end, you might say,

This is myself

still unknown, still a mystery.