to wake to the light, unbounded,
requires a hut of warmth
an indwelling
spaciousness—to understand
this white expanse, assemblage
of crystals filled with blue
fire—impossibly held
outside the eye—give one moment
each waking hour
to gazing out, then to in-gazing’s
sacred collapse
swimming back
through the suffering
may blue fire surround you
may blue fire surround you
1/27/2005
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Singing Frog Press 
Your poems are wonderful. Because my health is declining, I have been going through all the stuff in my house. I have two books by Judy Chicago, an extremely creative Jewish woman. I have The Dinner Party, and the companion book, The Dinner Party Needlework. If you would be interested in them, or if not, know someone you think might want them, please let me know and I will mail them to you.
Thanks, Adair
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