The Way In

Sometimes the way to milk and honey is through the body.
Sometimes the way in is a song.
But there are three ways in the world: dangerous, wounding,
and beauty.
To enter stone, be water.
To rise through hard earth, be plant
desiring sunlight, believing in water.
To enter fire, be dry.
To enter life, be food.

by Linda Hogan

Comments (3)

Repetition is such a powerful tool. Wisdom here seems to be gained too late.
Go, go, go, seek some other where, importune me no more. I like it
.............such a beautiful poem....believe he knew exactly what to say.... ...........................~~~~~~ love love love ~~~~~~................................