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Meg Hamill -- bluehamill@yahoo.com
website: www.meghamill.com
Meg Hamill is the author of the acclaimed book of poems “Death Notices.” She received her MFA from Mills College in Poetry in 2005. Since 2001 she has been working with young people in a variety of traditional and non-traditional settings. Meg taught 2nd grade in a public school classroom for two years, and then moved on to the field of Environmental Education, where she still teaches, using the outdoors as a classroom. She has taught poetry to students aged 7 to 45, and began working for California Poets in the Schools in 2007. Read Meg’s poems at www.meghamill.com.
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We are navigating through life by instinct and magnetic pulls. We are navigating by what we have learned and what we have forgotten. We are choosing suffering and we are choosing no suffering. Our beings are swirling bodies of energy. Our beings are only here for a moment. Our beings take on different shapes and songs, different gifts and tunnels of darkness. We are radiant and wholly our Self. We are killing and supporting our Self. We are lying beside our Self in nests. We are saying I love you, I love you, I cherish you, to our Self. We are fertilizing our Self. we are giving birth to our Self. We are looking our Self up in books to identify our Self. We are calling back and forth to our Self across the World.We are at war with our Self. We are going extinct to our Self. We are just barely taking note of our Self before we disappear from our Self. We are trying to save our Self. We are suckling at the breast of our Self. We are suffering the trauma and the violence of not seeing clearly our Self. We are tearing down the illusion of a separate self. We are woven across our spherical Self so intricately and we are grappling with this inwovenness. We are the end of questions regarding Self, and the end of pretending to be something other than the simplicity of this Self. We are the end of avoiding our Self, and the end of illusion. We are beyond all of that to where we are luminous, to where we are clear, to where the only longing is the longing to know our Self, to meet our Self, to love our Self again and again with more and more of our Self.
Meg Hamill