Oneness of all being,
speaking to you
feels like foolishness—
even saying “you” feels wrong.
speaking to you
feels like foolishness—
even saying “you” feels wrong.
Between darkness and darkness,
my life flickers.
You beat in my pulse,
shape the spiral of my genes,
but I doubt that you hear.
my life flickers.
You beat in my pulse,
shape the spiral of my genes,
but I doubt that you hear.
I look at the sky
and feel how far
the light has come.
I stand on stone,
knowing it was fire.
The iron in the stone
is the iron in my blood.
and feel how far
the light has come.
I stand on stone,
knowing it was fire.
The iron in the stone
is the iron in my blood.
I touch the rough bark of a tree
and it speaks, but only
in leaves and branches.
and it speaks, but only
in leaves and branches.
