Rest and Be Taken

When there is deep abundancethere is nowhere to abide.There is nowhere to restor grasp ontoand yet there is restThe sky abidesyet it never rests.Neither can we say thatthe sky is not always at rest.We talk about the skyas if it were somethingas if it actually exists...

On Prayer

You ask me how to pray to someone who is not.All I know is that prayer constructs a velvet bridgeAnd walking it we are aloft, as on a springboard,Above landscapes the color of ripe goldTransformed by a magic stopping of the sun.That bridge leads to the shore of...

Death

‘He had revenge on Death, for he died well,’A poet wrote in life’s far distant spring,Stumbling on truth. Death’s fabled heaven and hellAnd drearier prospect yet the new times bringOf a blank nothingness hedge like a ringThe seeming self whose...