haiku therapy

My aunt is very ill.

She’s 8,000 miles away.

I go to bed, I wake up: e-mail?

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colours and tears
flowers attract love
butterflies at dusk

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i write before looking, and then i look.

Sometimes i’ll add a phone call, sometimes there’ll be a flurry of e-mails. With my dear cousin, A. With my parents. With my brother and sister.

This is not a celebration of illness, but a drawing together of clan energy. We want our dear Naomi to conquer the physical illness and pop back to her old self. How we dread the continuation of pain. Why pain? why must a vital energetic spirit be subjected to pain? If death, then quiet leave of absence. If health, then a quick reminder of pain in order to stimulate the body to overcome. Isn’t that possible to arrange?

All hopes and prayers (if thoughts are things, then let them be fat and accurate) go to one of the two directions. i vote for life. Many votes are required. Please vote.

butterfly, judih '99