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