Thursday, August 7, 2008

on the misty white

on the misty white corner
of a poet's mind

where you stand with your bowl
your words in your fingers
your love on your lips

facing out toward the gray edge
of where you must go
ahead of me,
fear and love meet...

how can i not be where you are...

everything i am
inside of you
all of you

inside of me
a circle

of love, flow, breath, being...

all you want
is simplicity
holding the quiet
holding life
holding the words
you receive
in a bowl

all i want
is to hold today
and you

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