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    As Silence Is Your Witness
    As Silence Is Your Witness
    As Silence Is Your Witness
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    As Silence Is Your Witness

    By Charlotte Brady

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    As Silence Is Your Witness is the first book of poems in The Golden Passage, a trilogy of books by internationally known poet Charlotte Brady. Her newest collection of poems is a brave excavation into the mystery of life and the search for freedom with a constant reminder that the capacity for peace and joy is within each of us.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateMar 15, 2015
    ISBN9780990418931
    As Silence Is Your Witness
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    Charlotte Brady

    Charlotte Brady has previously published two books of poems and a novel in Swedish. The Last Star is her third book in English and the final book in The Golden Passage series. Her poetry explores the mystery of life and the search for freedom. After living in Sweden, New York, Jamaica, and Barbados, she has now settled in Miami where she lives with her family. Blending essential oils and making amazing fragrances is her favorite pastime. www.charlottebrady.com

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      As Silence Is Your Witness - Charlotte Brady

      Tide

      Letters of Grace

      I joyously resign from life, descending

      to my own funeral in a scent of flowers.

      I remember how glorious every breath has been.

      I remember this body, this spectacular machine

      of locomotion and love.

      I remember this mind, this troublesome creator

      of dream and delusion.

      I look at myself while living:

      I’m grounded in my flesh. I spell passion, love

      with blood. I carve out letters, leaving scars of joy,

      and gather thick orgasmic memories—

      immediately discarded to leave room for more.

      I’m grounded in my spirit. I spell passion, love

      with invisible ink. I carve out letters and leave

      impressions on several lives lived,

      lost, imagined.

      Souls kiss, bodies merge in the endless line of

      sunsets here on Earth. I rise up in gratitude

      for this magnitude and every latitude

      where the world discovered me.

      I am found and not forgotten, alive and never

      dead.

      Shopping and Meditation

      The gaze of the hungry shoppers is faint

      and cool as distant stars.

      Like me, they now want pleasure.

      Like them, I now want love.

      As we dream of consuming our hearts,

      our childish fantasies keep us bound

      together in a tragic union.

      I had too much of everything,

      and wanted more.

      I tried on so many things already.

      Then this must be love,

      I said after each failure.

      Then this must be love,

      not seeing that the weave itself was love.

      That each thread, even if it broke, was love.

      That every painful experience was love

      showing me the way.

      The weave, the thread, the weaver—

      I didn’t notice they were one,

      that all of it was love.

      The money was sacred and worthless in my

      hands. I collected my bags and returned

      unwanted items.

      Having a body in a shopping mall is

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