spiral
wine the colour of day
wine the colour of night
wine deep purple
o topaz blood
wine:
starlit son
of earth
wine, smooth
as a golden sword
Sunday pause for Thought
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thorn
In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread:
you put this rather beautifully,
and gave me leave to sing my work
until my work bec
what we need is here
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what we need is here
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
i
morning rain
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morning rain
The dawn light. A light rain.
I hear it on the treetop leaves.
Then, the mist. The morning wind
blows it and the clouds away.
Together?
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veins
Look: how they grow to be each other.
In their veins there is only God.
Each other's axis, a shimmering shape
that glows, like fire,
who died?
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who died?
When death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering
what
What is illusory?
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focus
Walking, snow falling, it is possible
to focus at various distances
in turn on separate flakes, sharply engage
the attention at sever
Radiant
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radiant
this blessing
God's love
calls us
to that elsewhere world
which only lovers
eyes alight, eyes aflame
can see at all.
only
Feast on your life?
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Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will
intricate
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intricate
Intricate and untraceable
weaving and interweaving,
dark strand with light:
designed, beyond
all spiderly contrivance,
to link, not to
Each minute the last minute.
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delicate
The fire in leaf and grass
so green it seems
each summer the last summer.
The wind blowing, the leaves
shivering in the sun,
ea
unspoken…..
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unspoken Autumn
The black moon turns away, its work done.
A tenderness, unspoken autumn.
We are faithful only to the imagination.
What th
the right word at the right time!
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acting with no expectations
Can you coax your mind from its wandering
and keep to the original oneness?
Can you let your body become
supple as a
Surprise
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surprise
Expect nothing. Live frugally
On surprise.
become a stranger
To need of pity
Or, if compassion be freely
Given out
Take only enoug
Peace
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The peace of wild things
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life
water !
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water
If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.
Going to church
Would entail a fording
To dry, different clothes;
awakening
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awakening
Enter the turret of your love, and lie
close in the arms of the sea; let in new suns
that beat and echo in the mind like sound
eternity …..
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wild flower
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an ho
you will greet yourself…..
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LOVE AFTER LOVE
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each wi
wondering
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wondering
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.