Poetry Thursday

michael hedges, photographer unknown

I first heard this poem written by e.e. cummings in a song by Michael Hedges. To this day, I believe he is one of the most phenomenal guitar players. I saw him in concert in Fort Worth, Texas about 8 years ago. It was an intimate venue. He was sitting on an blue exercise ball up on a small stage. On his head was what resembled a metal strainer with his thin dreadlocks sticking out of the holes. He was eccentric. His heart spilled all over us and I found myself forever changed. Ahhh...the gift of an artist.

I strongly urge you to listen to this song by him on his album named Taproot. Close your eyes and allow the tears to fall:

I Carry Your Heart

I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
(anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear no fate
(for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world
(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart
(I carry it in my heart)

~ e.e. cummings


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