If Not Tonight
the bare limbed maples
bulging with life,
subduing the pain
of all things mortal,
joy like sap
the bare limbed maples
bulging with life,
subduing the pain
of all things mortal,
joy like sap
Before words the silence, before movement the still point without thought or desire; with the single eye of eagle hunting, the patience of stones stepped
only to discover
in this unnoticed room
with blank paper
and knowing glance
your very own self<!--