Listen:
the performance begins
in the dark
a wind wanders in
the silence is unbroken
whole
strong
radiant
with knowing
eyes tear
all descend
into
light
Listen:
the performance begins
in the dark
a wind wanders in
the silence is unbroken
whole
strong
radiant
with knowing
eyes tear
all descend
into
light
Listen:
it is unlikely
this poem
will ever
take shape
I am
speechless
a dry wind
unable to rain
this is why
I call this
Unlikely
some poems are
to
a wren’s warble
an owl’s moonlight
hoot
I give
ear
to who
I
call
myself
to
silence
Audio:
“All earthly creatures can lift us up to God if we know how to look at them
with an eye that is single.” Br. Felix of Cantilice
There is something untouchable,
something forever virgin at the center of every human.
It remains singularly true
in the midst all the invasive, shaming and abusive assaults
humans and nature itself endures.
Call it the radiating Mystery at the center
of our existing, searching, turning selves.
To have an eye for this Singularity,
this Source of each of us and of the universe
is liberating beyond imagination.
I eat alone
as I leave
a single brown leaf
on a barren branch
throws its shadow
against the restaurant wall
as it pulls me in
to what becomes
us
in the cold and snow
I take
a different way
home
Listen:
so your fire fails not
nor your joy
like no one
before you
let courage pervade
the silence within
write
on my father’s birthday
my journal reads:
“We have speech impediments
because we have
hearing impediments. “
” I am not young enough to know everything.”
J.M. Barrie
morning
a bee in the eye of the sun
evening
a frog in the pond of the moon