spirit
matters
roots
stems
overflows
the pale horse
on fire
the water too
spirit
matters
spirit
matters
roots
stems
overflows
the pale horse
on fire
the water too
spirit
matters
I was sent
only
I can only
do
I am
only
as the planet
earth
dies
the flight is still
on please
come
out of Egypt
the voice under whispers me
awake
the birthing is still
on at
73
Grace fills empty spaces
but it can only enter when there is a void
to receive it,
and it is grace itself
which makes the void. Simone Weil
winter wrapped
in a blue grey morn
I stand
waiting for the light
to change
for the world as I know it
to pass
waiting almost
without eyes
cornered by another
morning rush
when heaven opens
in a smile
from a yellow bus
passing by
a child’s wave
from a frosty window
floods me with delight
his lips play
a soundless good-bye
as the bus turns
taking him to school
yellow bus, yellow bus
takes me too
Audio:
no one
of sound
mind
puts
an ear
to a rock
to listen
for movement
for music
for growth
unless
of course
one
is thirsty
for more
than one
can
imagine
under
a hint a being
more than I
can imagine
there
I want to
stand
to access
you
to who
to why
ply
the key
of now
now
inside
the improvisation never
ceases
the jazz of blood
called
child