All things

All thingsare too smallto hold me,I am so vastIn the InfiniteI reachfor the UncreatedI havetouched it,it undoes mewider than wideEverything elseis too narrowYou know this well,you who are also there

Song of Death

Old Woman Census-taker,Death the Trickster,when you’re going along,don’t you meet my baby.Sniffing at newborns,smelling for the milk,find salt, find cornmeal,don’t find my milk.Anti-Mother of the world,People-Collector –on the beaches and...

Oh You Are Coming

Oh you are coming, coming, coming,How will hungry Time put by the hours till then? –But why does it anger my heart to long soFor one man out of the world of men?Oh I would live in myself onlyAnd build my life lightly and still as a dream –Are not my...

Witness

Sometimes the mountainis hidden from me in veilsof cloud, sometimesI am hidden from the mountainin veils of inattention, apathy, fatigue,when I forget or refuse to godown to the shore or a few yardsup the road, on a clear day,to reconfirmthat witnessing...