never stop opening yourself

She placed her hand on my heart, between
my breasts and said, "There is a sad eye here
though the architecture of the mind is wondrous."

~

Never stop opening
your house to strangers

~

Don't stop moving your hand to your heart

~

Say "Yes!"

~

You never know what the stranger has to give

~

excerpts from The Strange Guest

A poem by Joan Logghe

Posted by stef at March 19, 2006 07:47 PM