A Fiery Glow in the Heart

Taste the nothing that isn’t
and the nothingness that is

How many giraffes could gallop through those
words with their incredible vertical lope?

The nothing that isn’t sounds like a
glove that if you pull it on your whole

body disappears to
pop up elsewhere

looking back at you through an
enormous window

The closer we get the
quieter it gets around us

I think whales understand this
moving through the deeps

We have these mouths and
digestive tracts through which the

world in all its dazzle passes
though we bite empty air

The joy of breaking the fast is
the meeting with our Lord

my Lord and your Lord

in an open plain with a
warm wind

as we pull on that glove and
disappear

Great yellow flowers bloom in the
trees and a golden road

undulates toward the X
where our destiny is fulfilled

biting empty air
turned inside-out around us

A catch of stars on the
roof of the house

a fiery glow
in the heart

8/7/11 7 Ramadan (from Ramadan is Burnished Sunlight)

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