The idea of
Who you are
or
woe is I
The cultivation
of an essence
is essentially
an encounter
equated with
“in the beginning”
This intimate entrance
This trance of intimacy
that constantly avails me
•
Life is drawn
from the land’s mercy
Try as it might,
it can’t outgrow it
Insects at dawn
A blackberry thicket
wearing the sun
Miracle has in it
Reclaim
An aim we can
moor ourselves in
Moreover,
to reclaim miracle
is the essential equation
•
Holding is not keeping
but a weakening
that provides strength
I wend down the street
take a detour through leaves
to emulate freedom
from traffic, crowds
Ecstasy evolves slowly
within
a closed horizon
I become its concentration
As the barely perceptible
subtly replenishes my potential