Small is the number
of those that see
with their own eyes
and feel
with their own hearts.
Einstein
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Small is the number
of those that see
with their own eyes
and feel
with their own hearts.
Einstein
for
gentleness
be
for
dawn
for
nothing
but
dawn
I want
to begin
with ahhh
and end
with ahhh
to be
and be
in
between
out there
rake in hand
on guard
against the wind
circling her
pile of leaves
from my window
I watch her
draw me
from my prayers
to pray
lowly peninsulas
they are
the first
to search the floors of night
and test the surf of day
shoved and shod
I ignore their tremors
from below
until the winter in me
breaks
to graze them
in the green
of summer
and let them
wiggle
me
an island
rises
around
a lagoon
of delicately
balanced
delay
I linger there
in the surf
of the coming day
to notice how
not a thing
moves
everywhere
when you smile
a star
over me
an incense
from within
rises
I
gold turn
myrrh suffer
prison open
wound heal
from afar this
comes
when you do
Audio:
inside
the improvisation never
ceases
the jazz of blood
called
child
I peek in
the room is vast
white with wonder
black with glory
nothing
in the middle
sits
with a smile
ready
to notice
all
there
is
bent
blue
broken
I
forget
how
light
I
am
how
made
of
play