Love has taken away
my practices
and filled me with poetry.
I tried to keep quietly
repeating,
No strength but yours,
but I couldn''''t.
I had to clap and sing.
I used to be respectable and chaste and stable,
but who can stand in this strong wind
and remember those things?
A mountain keeps an
echo deep inside itself.
That''''s how I hold your voice.
I am scrap wood thrown
in your fire,
and quickly reduced to smoke.
I saw you and became
empty.
This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,
it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes,
existence thrives and creates more existence!
The sky is blue. The
world is a blind
man squatting on the road.
But whoever
sees your
emptiness sees beyond blue and beyond the blind man.
A great soul hides like
Muhammad, or Jesus,
moving through a crowd in a city
where no one
knows him.
To
praise is to praise
how one surrenders
to the emptiness.
To praise the sun is
to praise your own eyes.
Praise, the ocean. What we say, a little ship.
So the sea-journey goes
on, and who knows where!
Just to be held by the
ocean is the best luck
we could have. It''''s a total waking up!
Why should we grieve
that we''''ve been sleeping?
It doesn''''t matter how long we''''ve been unconscious.
We''''re groggy, but let
the guilt go.
Feel the motions of tenderness
around you, the buoyancy.
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