let me see beyond the storm clouds
Fly with me
let me see the landscape as a dot painting
Inside the eye
is the 'I' I do not want to see
The dark self
is an inky black page of no pen
My mouth opens
but the vomit refuses to come
Do the cracks
allow the light to get in? (Leonard Cohen)
The Yang; breaks
glass shards settle in sandy hollows
The Yin; fixes
'When nothing is done, nothing is left undone.' (Lao Tzu)
Everything is broken
why am I not full of light?
Burn the iris
smoke whispers rising from the soul
Holes in paper
the dawn of friendship is a gentle pink
Bring new visions
I can never see through your eyes
The light fades
only now we see the stars rise
by Wendy Taleo
October 2026
Mparntwe, Alice Springs.
Spanish translation pending.
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