Armstrong Woods
We are the True Travelers, the visionaries, worthless and free…
Illusion
“We would rather be ruined than changed
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.”
W.H. Auden (1907 – 1973)
Into the Deep with Holga
Choices
Which way to turn, to the left to the right straight ahead or burn, All these pathways lead the same, fortune lost a tortured fame, One thousand callings to forsake this hill, these choices find me standing still.
When the Heart has Healed
“Go, lightly” she said.
Heart Opened
I can’t get inside
I can’t get inside
I must please
The guardian
Please
Let me in
Please
Let me in
Soft, unbroken
Spread like the wind
Breath pure unspoken
Called to begin
Unable to translate
The inside out
Broken
Heart broken
Heart opened
