Monday, April 15, 2013

April 15th

Come here!
Be coming and become here as you are everywhere
and always becoming as you are and always were,
beginning and end.
You new, you ancient
Beloved, unseen.

Thrown out, these small words like stones
they glint and scatter-
Some dust spread out,
something left over.
Let me describe you,
you impossible, ever present
intimate and unknowable.
I know you.
I knew you before
And now also,
in the impossible presentation,
in the wounding and enlarging of this clutter.

But most of all-
beyond this point and in all points present,
where we are always,
touching at the heart of everything,
where my heart is presently beating.