To honor the unspeakable
- the silent face -
the moon tonight
shows up full and pale
inseparable from neither
earth or heaven
it is one spoon only
that feeds the entire world

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I wish I could tell
which were my darkest hours
and how even then trough the broken glass
were shining rays of light

“Those were happy times”, you might sigh
and wanting to remember
the colorful feathers
when the burden seem as un-lift-able as broken wings

Hold close to the center, my dear
folding around the edges
like tender meat leaning into the knife
and disappear

I wish I could let you know
that you are never lost
and when you stumble,
you simply fall , fall into God

There is no other ground

 

 


 

  
 

When I was young,
love was under the tree up on the field
resting opposite my grand-ma’s house

Love was looking
at ant nests under stones
and brimming in the soup I liked to eat

Love was smiling
from the dog’s face opened wide
by its hanging tongue

I‘d find it bursting
into butterflies sitting by the dozen
on a lilac in spring

Sometimes I wonder:
when exactly did love become a thing
Some thing between two: a me and you?

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So...
“this is it”
we say
and mean: the Infinite
as ripped-of trees stare naked
into the empty sky

the shape of your feet
appear humble and finite
in that virgin snow

every trace a miracle

and I wonder:
what does darkness mean other
than black exquisiteness
and luminosity of Mind