No better love than love with no object,
no more satisfying work than work with no purpose.
AND
I am so small I can barely be seen
How can this great love be inside of me?
AND
Dance when you're broken open.
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance when you're perfectly free.
AND
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round
in another form.
Part of the self leaves the body when we sleep
and changes shape.
AND
We are the night ocean filled
with glints of light. We are the space
between the fish and the moon,
while we sit here together
and talk.
AND
This we have now
is not imagination
This is not
grief or joy
Not a judging state,
or an elation,
or sadness.
Those come and go.
This is a presence
that doesn't.
AND
Which is worth, a crowd of thouands,
or your own genuine solitude?
Freedom, or power over an entire nation?
A little while alone in your room
will prove more valuable than anything else
that could ever be given you.
AND
Stay together, friend.
Don't scatter and sleep.
Our friendlship was made
of being awake.
The waterwheel accepts water
and turns
and gives it away
weeping.
That way it stays in the garden,
whereas another roundness rolls
thru a dry riverbed looking
for what it thinks it wants.
Stay here, quivering with each moment
like a drop of mercury.
AND
I have phrases and whole pages memorized,
but nothing can be told of love.
You must wait until you and I
are living together.
In the conversation we'll have
then....be patient....then. |
