I can't tell my secrets. I have no key to that door. Something keeps me joyful, but I cannot say what. ~ Rumi, from Unseen Rain * Elizabeth comments: The bad news = no key. The good news = already "inside." The bad news = can't say what it is. The good news = don't need to :) . …
Poetry
A Blooming Night Flower
All the Hemispheres Leave the familiar for a while. Let your senses and bodies stretch out Like a welcomed season Onto the meadows and shores and hills. Open up to the Roof. Make a new water-mark on your excitement And love. Like a blooming night flower, Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness And giving Upon our intimate assembly. Change rooms in your mind for a day. All …
Eternal Spring
Surely I know the spring that swiftly flows even during the night. The eternal spring is deeply hidden, but surely I know the place where it begins even during the night. I don't know its source because it has none but know that all beginnings come from this one, even during the night. I do know that nothing can equal its beauty and that from it both heaven and earth drink even …
Gradual Elegance
For Freedom As a bird soars high In the free holding of the wind, Clear of the certainty of ground, Opening the imagination of wings Into the grace of emptiness To fulfill new voyagings, May your life awaken To the call of its freedom. As the ocean absolves itself Of the expectation of land, Approaching only In the form of waves That fill and pleat and fall With such gradual …
Sphere Of Influence
Sphere of Influence or Praise Song for the Warriors “Good hoop ... alerts you to what’s already there.” — John Edgar Wideman In a gym somewhere in Oakland, a girl makes a no-look pass, and the ball lands on the bow of a ship anchored off the banks of a city the Cayuga call “Big Town Lying There,” the ball coming to rest at the feet of Henry Hudson, who is wearing Air Jordans …
How Is It?
How is it I can love You within me, yet see You from afar? How is it I embrace You within myself, yet see You spread across the heavens? You know. You alone. You, who made this mystery, You who shine like the sun in my breast, You who shine in my material heart, immaterially. ~ Symeon the New Theologian (trans. Ivan Granger) * …