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June 29, 2010

A DROP OF WATER

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SHIVA ASAR B’TAMUZ

everything that I possess never had an opposite.

let me see blindness
settled on the darkness
timeless on the face of the deep. to waters who cover temples endless
the water has home. home,

my life is just earth
my soul has yet to agree
and say
because no
no no no no

the know is knowing
we are pray-ers and
that in the face of you, i am me
& friend, perfection may include

Let me love you as my neighbor
where only home betweens us. in the truest send me to There
is this field of the abyss, the end already happened. it’s all over.
covered. openly spoken by miriam. and spoken open. fire.

does it matter that Gd is the only player
and yet i play apart in your own terms, sages
sing Not am I


enlightening time awake at the watching
root of interception. i mention wanting
“what does this remind you of?”
it could be true That I love.

dust and stars to come of us. breathe. in the day
of this time
I sea. return that i may hear
enough to answer before asking
plea, be true. even to calf the kingdom,
just as she has commanded.
face of the deep, be
enlivened. be not afraid of
the size of this shape
there is always something bigger….

Give my heart the stamina to open in the face

B: what do you want to say?
A: may your fire burn at every end
and union be in unison. The flame of the feather In the rain Was the leaf of a rose. Roses in feathers
In the flock of the sheep in the night in the day
B: that rose.
A: Fly with the sheep in the night in the sky
B: that rose.
A: And the flame in the water was a rock in the rose.
B: And my feet and ears hear the offering, And the game of the father the water she will know Teaching her daughters from trees. That seems to glow Annointed by the outer realms of rain, The grain of my mother, And the flame of the father rose
And the name of my mother glows
And the rock of the water is wet
A: And the rose of the water hears the
Feet walking in circles
Writing the way of what it seems
Streams come closer. Lovers letters
Written in the rock of the shape of the flame
Flowers and the feathers I

The rock in the water was a sheep that rose
The flame in the leaf was a book with leaves
That grew on the back of the hand that sees
The eyes on the top of the head in a cup
To rise up. The earth on the head


The book in the butterfly that opens
Hand in hand with vines outspoken
Rock of the water in the dream, the eyes
On the top of the place of the queen
The hand of the dust in the spark of a
Petal of a drop of oil. Annoint in the heart
Of the holiest man the rain in the clouds
And the game of the sand
The name of the dust and the
Butterfly trees
The name of trust that
has been be.
B:  Teach fish how to fly
A: And tears are the stars in the little
Moment of
B: The biggest day inside the moment
A: With you the mother
Of with me
The heart
Has opened
To trust.
B: The mother who speaks
To the heart of the tree
Is the land
And the hand of the
Feet that are ears
Open to sing
The fear of keeping
Open in the
Temperate meaning
A: Open to find the vines
That breathe
out from the cave
Come ribs and rain
B: Oil of skin and hearts of leaves
Butterfly ribs and spine of spiraling
A: Fire is an earth that glows

The hand of the cloud
The hand of the cloud
The hand of the cloud
The roots of the tree
Down in the face of the design of man a cattle a book and butterfly’s hand that lives in the light of the woman and man and is offering of the trees. The cattle and all the lives in side the snake of the stem and the seed of the vine the end of the near and the farthest leaf hearing songs in the spoken moment dreams far off in the earth that wove them rose to the top to find the way
To walk in the vine of the name. If I’m to come will you spoke me upon trunks of dust and i touched the rotten tree with my palms and light grew. and the flow does not have to be touched to swell and rise from the wells between us: a garden. the kind of creature that can fill the love beneath her. the garden of the teacher. and here’s a breath for the earth when the earth starts to rise, and give way to human life.
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