Air of Creation
Morning practice begins before I awake,
the inner theater already in motion
as first light enters the window<!-- AddThis
August 28, 2013
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Morning practice begins before I awake,
the inner theater already in motion
as first light enters the window<!-- AddThis
Clouds cover the spreading sea, wind and waves speaking of the weather to come in the shimmering undulation of hammered metal; we weep beside her
while the Earth awaited
my aging thirst
to turn and open
to the water of life<!-- AddThis Advanced
Like an iridescent drop
in a sheet of rain,
each drop pilgrim
to the porous ground<!-- AddThis Advanced
There’s a woman asleep
in the body of salmon<!-- AddThis Advanced