once you’ve seen the life
of an ordinary stone
flash before your eyes, the
whole of it
dropped in your lap
like a late summer pear,
once the person inside has
hummed a little tune
in your ear, a knowing
comfort
in a season of haste,
once your fingers become
galaxies lifting the stone
into
original light…
what need of fear?
what room for doubt?
How is it I so often forget and the fear and doubt find a place to dance in me
ReplyDeleteIt's a very forgetful dream we're living...but we're getting more lucid all the time! Learning to call the tune and decide what gets to dance and what has to sit out. Hafiz would be so proud!
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