Friday, January 20, 2012

The Blooming Hour

for Mark -

a tree comes to its treeness
and a star borrows its sparkle
from the sun for you to imagine

flowers willingly unfold their petals
when the life in them finds
their blooming hour

and the initiate becomes a shepherd
when he opens his hand to the Earth
when he is called forth

you have the sight to know the unity
in duality and feel the agony
beneath your feet

know that the world
gave you a song,
its melodies written only for you

on the day providence sat with you
by the river and you tasted the silt
from a thousand streams

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