[If it appears that] I am lost,
[It means] that the few maps I’ve found or made up
have brought me to the edge of the unknown…
When I can’t speak at all
I don’t mean anything.
It’s just that I’ve unstitched the words
and have slipped into the
silence they contain…
Mark Nepo
Excerpt from the poem: “Entering Our Tenth Year”
From: Inside The Miracle
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