stretched Out on Amethysts
Poems of ecstatic movement, longing, glimpses and glimmers of the divine reality of our existence: Not a moment can be squande…
The snake that slid alongside the
river shouted “No! No! I’m the river!”
The reflection of stars in the cistern
pool hummed to itself “Now I’m the stars!”
The successful surgeon looked at his
knife and said quite simply “I’m
the giver of life”
But each must bear what
rocks bear in an avalanche down
to the base of a cliff
And none can say “I’m the first one down”
or “without me the king would
lose his crown”
There’s no room for two
in the space of light
so the wise one abdicates
that only
one full light shine
And the flood of it reach to the
top of the stairs
and to the very bottom
where the farthest stars are
7/25/2009 (From Stretched Out on Amethysts)
Categories: Poems