Sunday, May 13, 2012

beloved
i am creasing the last fold
soon i shall plump out the mountains
and deepen the valleys
and it will be finished
and i will put it on the table
and later in the drawer
and later in a box
and later i will find it
and say oh how beautiful
as i trace the creases
and put it back gently
as something not mine

Friday, May 11, 2012

how do i say,
how do i say,
love,
love,
love,

certainly love

stuttering
interrupted
diffracted
effaced

undaunted
mutated
collected

devoted
deleted
demoted
depleted

reincarnated love
be still
be still
my questing heart
my looking-for-dragons heart
my triumphal heart
be still

rest upon the ebb and flow
of breathing
the still lake
the echo of the infinite sky

nothing is for taking
nothing to be established
nothing to be won

a moment
an infinite string of moments
a moment ends
a moment begins

it is all given
it is all lost
it is all beautiful