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September 3, 2008

Form is illusion.
Ask any monk. Ask any moth.

Ask anybody who’s lost
what they thought defined them.

Form is built
from the outside in.

Lose your legs.
You are not your legs.

Lose your job.
You are not your job.

Lose your love.

Take fire,
for instance.

Take all that carbon
and snap those bonds.

Freed of form,
it turns pure energy. Heat.

Turns an oak into a torch,
into a column of smoke;

after all that wood, all those leaves,
all that living, you’d be hard-pressed

to tell its ashes
from the squirrel’s.

by Caitlin Gildrien

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  1. September 4, 2008 at 8:24 am

    This is wonderful. The voice in this is a refreshing, a real achievement.

  2. Rob
    September 4, 2008 at 6:45 pm

    I’m with Nathan. Good stuff.

  3. KateBB
    September 10, 2008 at 10:51 am

    Deep, spiritual … gives voice to something I’ve been pondering a lot myself. Thx.

  4. November 25, 2008 at 1:21 pm

    Thank you for this.
    It’s a reminder I needed.

  5. Kylo
    May 29, 2009 at 12:50 am

    Beautiful words kate.

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