This is great happiness.
The air is silk.
There is milk in the looks
That come from strangers.
I could not be happier
If I were bread and
you could eat me.
Joy is dangerous.
It fills me with secrets.
"Yes" hisses in my veins.
The pains I take to hide myself
Are sheer as glass.
Surely this will pass,
The wind like kisses,
The music in the soup,
The group of trees,
Laughing as I say their names.
It is all hosanna
It is all prayer.
Jerusalem is walking in this world.
Jerusalem is walking in this world.
~Julia Cameron

Sunday, October 28, 2007
Jerusalem Is Walking in This World
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