I could eat
The words
Right off your tongue
And find them digested
Even before
I have swallowed them down
For your shaped sentiments
Rolled like curved vowels,
Considered, sculpted
Then spoken aloud
Are like
A light
To the light
That shines
And does not shine
But fills
To repletion’s end.
For digestion
Is
The sweetness
That we find
To be
When we eat
What we are.
qigong
Together, We Are
If there was
A you and I
We would
Be sitting together now
Laughing at the world
And the ways
Humans like to dance.
But there is no you
And no I
Here to dance
Though it seems
Like that
Some days.
So what is there
Here between us?
There is no between
And no distance
And no time
And nothing
I would not see
As purely myself.
And so,
We sit together
Divided by oceans
But bound
By the ocean of love
Of which we are
Wholly ourselves,
And we laugh
As if
There was a you
And I
Siting beside one another
Content
To watch the world dance.
Feng Shui
In the house
is
space
and objects
on the shelf
and furniture placed
but
mostly space
as if
each object
was a pointer
to that
which held
it
safe
as if
subtle space
had traded place
with form
to be
the
more important
thing
and that
which calls
attention
to
itself
allowing
all
the stands proud
to find its home.
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