It’s the word you hear

when the song came during washing-up?Was it being empty of everythingor being full of everything,when the tourist outside the school doorglanced as if expecting nothing but the good?Was it being empty of everythingor being full of everything,when there was nowhere else but here?Was it being empty of everythingor being full of everythingwhen there was no…

honourable failure; blazewith glorious sadness:laughing at the glory,smiling at the sadness;but hearing in the heartthat which cannot be said, butis to be ever listened to:unknown, formless, eternal, always present.

something too precious, not to know of?Don’t ask. Instead,peel a potato; scrub a carrot;find there, prayer –all your senses, all your faculties,seeking the very source of things;finding their own source;focussed to a fine fine pointon knowledge; consciousness; and bliss;and love; let’s not forget the love;that’s prayer. Standing very still bythe childbed, the marriage bed, or…

and live without it..

I read a poem here andinstantly want, becauseof the love of poetryor goodness, or truth, or beauty, orwhatever, tolive the lifeof the poet whowrote itthoughon reflectionthat might not work outor, I might not knowI’d exchanged lives!butat the moment I thought itthe thought was pure becausethanks to poetryand the very human poetour hearts were indeedas one(for…

the love of wisdom;I’d like to thinkit also meansthe wisdom of love