Listen:
I take a knife
to cut the river
in two
I stop the wind
to ask
why
I trust
what I cannot
name
Listen:
I take a knife
to cut the river
in two
I stop the wind
to ask
why
I trust
what I cannot
name
to be
liquid
in the way
I move
supple
not dry
tasteless
hard
out of
juice
a button waits
a needle hums
a thread whispers
through the eye
calm ascends
the button holds
as I
mend
Listen:
no
time
no
story
no
us
a leaf flies
windblown
over a frozen lake
strange I should notice
the slip, the slid
then gone
a hint of now
perhaps of me
a lightness of being
the oops I see
Listen:
the pull
the bow
the aim
the unknown
the life
I know
Listen:
born to break
the grip of no
of crowd
a vow
on the wind
of why
a breath
of light
within
Listen:
the sign above the entrance
proclaims freedom
upon entry
all silence ends
listening becomes
impossible
death
is our shepherd
there areĀ no
children