I love the way this poem embraces the dichotomy of devastation and joy, especially now when we’re in Leo season. The heart longs to feel the pleasures of the world, but it is also breaking for the pain of destruction. ❤️

I want a word that means
okay and not okay,
a word that means
devastated and stunned with joy.

I want the word that says
I feel it all all at once.

The heart is not like a songbird
singing only one note at a time,
more like a Tuvan throat singer
able to sing both a drone
and simultaneously
two or three harmonics high above it—
a sound, the Tuvans say,
that gives the impression
of wind swirling among rocks.

The heart understands the swirl,
how the churning of opposite feelings
weaves through us like an insistent breeze
leads us wordlessly deeper into ourselves,
blesses us with paradox
so we might walk more openly
into this world so rife with devastation,
this world so ripe with joy.


By Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer


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