Thursday, December 08, 2005
Pause for a moment,
come closer -- beloved fool.
Is it because you found me among gods
that you rattle bones and dance around fires?
Never was I right or left, high or low, within or without,
yet you say I am the 'unity of things'.
Look! While you search clouds and stars
I am the eye within your eyes.
As you cry out I am the sound of your voice,
your hearing within hearing.
You reach for book, holy cup, bell and flame,
yet I am the touch within touch,
scent within scent,
savor within savor.
Ten thousand miles you walk to the sacred well,
yet all the while I am the sandals on your feet,
and the brief emptiness between your strides
I fill with suns and moons.
The lover's tune is playing again
in the springs beneath your busy mind.
The lamp still burns in your shadows, unseen.
Come home, beloved fool --
Posted by Grant Bishop at 8:34 PM