I am an empty wineglass.You know what happens when we touch!You laugh like the sun coming up laughsat a star that disappears into it.Love opens my chest, and thoughtreturns to its confines.Patient and rational considerations leave.Only passion stays, whimpering and feverish.Some men fall down in the road like dregs thrown out.Then, totally reckless, the next…
Don’t say, ‘He’s gone! He’s gone!’Death has nothing to do with going away.The sun sets and the moon sets,but they’re not gone. Deathis a coming together.The tomb looks like a prison,but it’s really releaseinto Union.The human seed goes down in the groundlike a bucket into the well where Joseph is.It grows and comes up fullof…
Expecting the worst, you look and instead,here’s the joyful face youve been wanting to see.Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.If it were always a fist or always stretched open,you would be paralyzed.Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expandthe two as beautifully balanced and coordinatedas birdwings.
It lands left.I ride after a deer and find myselfChased by a hog.I plot to get what I wantAnd end up in prison.I dig pits to trap othersAnd fall in.I should be suspiciousOf what I want.
on my tongue.The flames which I have in my heart would make one mouth-ful of both worlds.Though the entire world should pass away, without the worldI possess the kingdom of a hundred worlds.Caravans which are loaded with sugar I have in motion forthe Egypt of nonexistence.The drunkenness of love makes me unaware whether I haveprofit…
If you become a mountain, I’ll melt you in fire.And if you become an ocean, I’ll drink all your water.
But then, in front of you, I melt them downI can rouse a hundred formsand fill them with spirit,but when I look into your face,I want to throw them in the fire.My souls spills into yours and is blended.Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,I cherish it.Every drop of blood I spillinforms the earth,I merge…
Then a stretcher will come from graceTo gather us up.We are too dull-eyed to see that beautyIf we say we can, we’re lying.If we say No, we don’t see it,That No will behead usAnd shut tight our window onto spirit.So let us rather not be sure of anything,Besides ourselves, and only that, soMiraculous beings come…
Ours is not a caravan of despair.Come, even if you have broken your vowa thousand timesCome, yet again, come, come.
All this thirst equipmentmust surely be tired of me,the waterjar, the water carrier.I have a thirsty fish in methat can never find enoughof what it’s thirsty for!Show me the way to the ocean!Break these half-measures,these small containers.All this fantasyand grief.Let my house be drowned in the wavethat rose last night in the courtyardhidden in the…
