Your grief for what youve lost holds a mirror

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.


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…

I don’t get tired of you. Don’t grow weary

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…