On  the road traveled often

On the road traveled often

but blindly, as it were

zooming by what waits to be seen

the beauty of life simply being

like oneself being zoomed by

like God being zoomed by

like many of ev'rything being zoomed by

just stop one day and notice

stoop to the ground and peek

unwind ones rushing

view flowers upon the moss

or twigs on ice

ones hand on bark

Flights from the obvious poke you like a pesky fly

bouncing 'gainst the window pane

yearning for the sun

the air, the freedom

eager to pull the transparent into yourself

to be the pane exposing you

What's being filled is that hole in your soul

gasping for life and an open escape

that dodges neglect

and is alive again

*After I had been sick for several months, it became clear to me that I was changing in fundamental ways and that I would never go back to my "old self".

-Kat Duff

*Like many sick people, I had begun to realize that my illness was not do much a state of being as a process of transformation.

Kat Duff

*Paracelsus...wrote: "Decay is the beginning of all birth...the midwife of very great things!" adding  that this is "the deepest mystery and miracle that He [God] has revealed to mortal man."  People who have endured great physical trauma - car accidents, war injuries, surgery, or torture - occasionally bear witness to this mystery with stories of tunnels of light, angelic presences, and religious conversions.  Physical pain cancels the claims of the world and the hold of ordinary consciousness, opening us to the unworldly forces of the metaphysical.  No wonder the image of Jesus suffering on the cross is the central symbol of spiritual rebirth in Christianity.

-Kat Duff