My Uncle's Library
Yesterday, I worshipped a book.
Kneeling with weak knees, my eyes interpreted
unread words, speaking as the weight
in my hands. How can I
not open the one who told me to read again and again?
After one sentence, I knew what to say.
In the crevice, I carefully slid it back,
still kneeling, knowing I would be here, again.
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I love it!
"Kneeling with weak knees, my eyes interpreted unread words, speaking as the weight in my hands."
The way you use weight tells how profound a single sentence can be. I love it. It also gives the intimacy of reading, the words and the spaces between the lines - the energy that carries the words (so to speak...) : )
I have been playing more tabla & I can't wait to see you! I hope you are doing well.
much Love,
Jake
Nick,
I will be working full time over the summer to help pay for college next year. I may have the opportunity to visit towards the end of summer (late August).
We shall see what unfolds for us... Who knows when I may show up at your doorstep...
much Love
jakey
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