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Chapters (103)
  1. Cover
  2. Title
  3. Dedication
  4. Upon Seeking Tu Fu as a Guide
  5. To My Reader
  6. Enduring Suffering
  7. God, Self, and Medicine
  8. Willfulness
  9. In Voices Half as Loud
  10. Tu Fu’s Reappearance
  11. Without Notice
  12. The Waiting Room
  13. Endgame
  14. Questions to Walk With
  15. A Terrible Knowledge
  16. October Storm
  17. Post-Op
  18. Setting Fires in the Rain
  19. The Decision for Therapy
  20. Questions to Walk With
  21. Ocean of Sky
  22. For My Brother
  23. Covenant with Time
  24. As Rachel Wakes
  25. Dance of the Seed
  26. A Sacred Meditation
  27. Questions to Walk With
  28. Messenger Signs
  29. Where We Are Strong
  30. As If to Say
  31. Finding a Way Out
  32. Questions to Walk With
  33. Approaching Wholeness
  34. Troubled Waters
  35. Knowing God
  36. The Garage
  37. Living with the Wound
  38. Questions to Walk With
  39. Mind Sweats
  40. First Treatment
  41. Cradlesong
  42. Lifesong with Two Trumpets
  43. Letter Home
  44. Who Will Live Your Life?
  45. Questions to Walk With
  46. Midway in Our Journey
  47. Magnificence
  48. Another Chance
  49. Nesting
  50. I Have Not Forgotten
  51. On My Way
  52. Questions to Walk With
  53. Facing the River
  54. Being Human
  55. As Moonlight
  56. In the Back of the Eye
  57. In the Sea of Others
  58. Moonglow
  59. Chores
  60. Questions to Walk With
  61. Still Here, Still Wondering
  62. Unraveling the Self
  63. Cracked or Healing
  64. For Nur
  65. Love-Sufferings
  66. Soft as Satisfaction
  67. Letting Go
  68. Inside the Miracle
  69. Questions to Walk With
  70. Sifting Truth
  71. Susan Means Lily
  72. Sitting Near a Smoke Bush
  73. Sniffing For You
  74. Forged
  75. It
  76. Surviving Has Made Me Crazy
  77. For That
  78. Questions to Walk With
  79. Flint Work
  80. Entering Our Tenth Year
  81. Coming of Age
  82. After Mira
  83. Still
  84. What Can I Do?
  85. Love Your Window
  86. Hourglass
  87. Questions to Walk With
  88. The Bridge of Well-Being
  89. Adrift
  90. The Beauty of Less
  91. Between the Wall and the Flame
  92. Eventually
  93. Thrown Back
  94. The Slow Arm of All That Matters
  95. The Thin Magic
  96. In the Sky of Heart
  97. The Sway of It All
  98. Gratitudes
  99. Notes
  100. Permissions
  101. About the Author
  102. Also by the Author
  103. About Sounds True

but each of us will sigh,

it was me, as we rummage

through your things

the way orphans comb

the attic of their past.

You were always well,

deeply well, no matter

the condition of your skin.

This morning the busyness is

gone and I watch the wind move

through the oak, its leaves

astir.

Everything seems closer,

renewed, and the part of you

where I held on has fused

like broken bones growing

white across their break.

Love-Sufferings

LOVE-SUFFERINGS

When I began writing poetry, I almost studied with a tough fiber of a man, Paul Blackburn, but he died of cancer. It shook us all. Later, I read how he regarded his plight, “I want no pity for a pain I would share with no man.” I was disturbed. I didn’t understand. And now, after having tread my own yard of hell, I still don’t understand. Pity is to love what sarcasm is to honest speech, but sharing pain is the only way to stay alive. I am sorry he felt so all alone.

Perhaps when we almost die, we empty our pockets too fast and perhaps too late, but there is no shame in empty pockets or empty moods. And while needing love to feel good about being alive is a modern indulgence, needing love to stay alive is the archetype behind God almost touching Adam’s finger. Perhaps, in the original sense of séance, death can be put off if we simply join our love in earnest expectation that we be touched from the beyond.

I have never wasted my gift. Now, I’ve had to fight for it. I still am. But not alone. Rather with a net of love which helps absorb and distribute the struggle. It’s taught me that if we share pain, which is a lot to ask, there is no room for pity. For sharing the struggle requires an investment, a real life-changing investment by those who care, an involvement that will instigate their own tandem suffering. Pity is a bleacher activity. It is the substitute for front-line caring.

I am well today, because those who love me got involved, deeply involved, daily involved. And by being so healed, I am forever wed to their pain. I am forever open to their struggles. By being so loved, I can never shut my life completely again. If they fall, I will live lower. If they rise, I will take on their dizziness. We will live like pools of water, each clearly individual but all sharing and exchanging the same slippage and rush of tides. Now I understand. This is the basis of human family, the sharing of pain, the investment of love by which we make a difference and are changed, again and again.