The Question
. . . and if someone would ask,
“What do you think most of?”
I’d answer, “Time and love.”
Two facts, two magics each
unfixed in their expression,
the nature of their forms kaleidoscopic,
their certainty confirmed
by the inability to leave either alone.
And may, I feel, contain all
other mysteries. I have the blessing
and curse of solitude in which such
considerations are as certain as
the fact that I face east every morning.
That I await the light then shadows,
that memory and desire are braided
into now, that the sickle of time
and the bow and arrows of love
I know. One always leaving,
one always arriving, a sigh
that sounds like OM.
-Byron Hoot
Hootism: The technology for finding who we are is hardship and love. Everything else is child's play.
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