August 6, 2010
THE OTHER DAY
This praying for love is not separate.
and raise me up, but allow
me to grow, beautifully
her very own forest
Some words like Holy seem redundant
gifted and re-given again
To make an offering is one special piece.
I’m going to Israel. The same as belief.
I’m going to Israel.
This is the same laughter that works through The Buddha but not as his face.
You were my father, an excited sequiter-
She raises me up. She told me I’d know where and when she had come.
It’s made as it needs to-
in my heart there are legs
Just when I feel here
“what happened to you?”
Because I lived in my knowing.
And why would I want to hold on to something? To hold on to nothing?
Now is enough. Is it not? Isn’t it?
And, yes, from enough we can make a lot more.
And my eyes turn to light.
He tried- There’s no need to understand
-The Other Day by Emily Stern