Not a Moment

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enter Not a moment can be squandered
not a moment can be lost

Grab the rope and swing out
over the abyss

“What rope?” you say
when there are

ropes all around us

dangling at our elbows and lying in
coils at our feet

But invisible to our visible eyes

Our eyes must quit the visible
to see them

They swing in frayed joyance
between visible trees

and if grabbing them proves problematic
just leap in their direction

and you’ll catch the catch that catches you
the rope that love flings

What am I saying? No
rope no trees no cliffs

No abyss

but this!

Our heart’s enough to take us
to the goal

Our hearts surround
incalculable bliss


1/13/09 (from Stretched Out on Amethysts)

 

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