Words can be wild horses.
You find yourself struck by their magnificence.
Then, in a moment of folly, you think yourself grand and attempt to tame.
Only to find yourself in the dust. Face down.
Remembering your place in the scheme of things
© Ansa Smit, 2014
Rumi whispered to us that ‘there are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss this earth’.
Writing poetry, dancing with words – is my way to kneel. To kiss this earth.