Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Poems home

The Sun is carrying the clear light of mind in through my dusty windows today, and the cherry blossoms are falling all around; their rubbery petals roaring the lion truth of change. In the trees and on the grounds, ten thousand new faces flap prayer flagging graces, and birds fly formations like order from spaces.

moss in a mist covers the history,
tangible mystery mirrors my fist.

I'll open today, again, and fall onto you, Love. Hold onto me, and do to me what you do to the flowers.
I'm open.

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