somewhere in the chaos and the calm, may you find your Self in all of your splendor
she broke
my heart
so I healed
hers
--
before
I am fallen
I am
of
course, we're in this world
where
things are falling apart
where
powers seek to fence us in
weed
us out, trap us, trip us up
but
that's not the only place
where
we live
broad
sky, deep, piercing infinite space
and deep
within, we transcend the complications
not
hiding nor denying
but
watching compassionate
from
the inside, reaching out and touching
and,
if truth be told, transforming
the moon had no weight
as it fell into the ocean
not a ripple, no disturbance
to distinguish its intrusion
from its reflection, the water
did not feel it as a burden
took in its impossible enormity
with arms open, a wide shore,
enough joy to accommodate
this and oh so much more
the best poems
have a purpose
veiled kindnesses
from out of a hidden realm
friends and family I have never met
affirm my broken being
the dust that falls from the sculptures
I have chiseled these nearly sixty years
my deceased mother and father
join my gurus
sharing a meal at a table
where 12 disciples honor the bride
a young man
self-effacing, as the moon…
takes her hand
the daring of love usurps the night
they dance on the rooftop in the rain
the bliss of union that is an ocean
and we, witnesses and guests
each a single drop
of the selfsame joy
