being from being broke open

<p>being from being broke open ruminates on the crucial questions of being human: Beyond family where do we belong? What is home? Who are we? How do we live? How do we go on living? From a childhood in which home felt like shame and woods were haven the natural world - trees birds seasons water mud - offered up the language these poems use to navigate them. In each poem sensory experience opens petal by petal to reveal inherent depth and meaning. Yet each clinched circle of understanding inevitably ruptures springs open when new experiences shake us up - or break us. What will save us is love and the common thread of being rooted in matter as an integral part of the rampant spiral of evolution. We are broken open into new meanings and new horizons. And if at times we find ourselves caught in something we cannot grasp or make sense of or live with these poems show us we can still bow to and trust the unfathomable / cavern in the hold by which the whole / took shape - and go on. </p><p></p>