Who am I?
A single drop of light,
held in this loving eye.
What is the world?
The endless stream
of water falling with me.
The way you look
determines which arc you see:
a white wave
in wayward movement down,
or this wide trajectory,
smashed on red rock
and set free to fly
through green air,
seeming to chart its own course
before it returns,
right on time,
to the black body
it has always been.
A green spider greeted me as I got back home today, telling me of that time I sat in the Great Hall and gave my faith in a language long…
Here is a gift of two Egyptian geese ghosting across the full moon as it dips below the dawn horizon, which is the meaning of "I take refuge…
If you find that you're lost, consult the unifying structure