“In the wounded chaos of this hurting world.”
She said, If we do not recreate
this world every morning
it will break us”—
and the woman who survived
as a child her father’s tender caress
turned to tearing penetration,
and heavy blows, danced for us, as she
does each morning
laving the air
caressing the space round her body
with careful hands, purring
to herself, purifying
herself….touching with wide open
hands every part of herself, explaining
“Every day I must put myself
back together again.”
We stood in a circle around her,
a circle of souls, some broken, none perhaps
completely whole—our Vietnamese monk teacher,
his monks and nuns beside us, many Vietnam
veterans crying there among us,
as we watched, and moved with her,
and learned to make a space
for peace in the howling
inside of us.
6/17/99
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Singing Frog Press 
I relate to this poem…I too put myself back together again every morning…
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Thank you Sandra.
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Baruch Hashem! this prayer traveled through time from 1999 to 2022! arriving in a space of “women in the howling”. And they left….dancing. We were held by her, held by the monks, held by the circle you were in. This is the power of His eternal light. Thank you for carrying and sending this love note from God, this kiss.
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Thank you so much Rachel.
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Thank you dear Bec.
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wow. powerful. wonderful. thank you
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Startlingly wonderful, Sue. Thank you.
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Thank you dear Bec!
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