Praying with Fringes 09/05/2016 – In every instant, two gates.

Bees Jane Hirshfield In every instant, two gates. One opens to fragrant paradise, one to hell. Mostly we go through neither. Mostly we nod to our neighbor, lean down to pick up the paper, go back into the house. But the faint cries—ecstasy? horror? Or did you think it the sound of distant bees, making … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 09/05/2016 – In every instant, two gates.

Praying with Fringes 9/14/2015 – In every instant, two gates

Bees Jane Hirshfield In every instant, two gates. One opens to fragrant paradise, one to hell. Mostly we go through neither. Mostly we nod to our neighbor, lean down to pick up the paper, go back into the house. But the faint cries — ecstasy? horror? Or did you think it the sound of distant … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 9/14/2015 – In every instant, two gates